Twisted

Chapter 5

Britney Hudgens= Kendall Jenner

(Looks like someone has a sister ;), hahaha, enjoy!)

Erin's POV.

I awoke in my bed this morning with that familiar sense of heart wrenching pain; the same pain I felt at the result of pure lost and deprivation from the girl who once loved me.

You know, there is more to what happened ,between you and I, than you know

Her words lingered in my ear, seethed a whisper to my heart, and took a punch at everyone of my insecurities. I honestly don't know what she could've meant by this. I mean, everything seems pretty clear to me. I had let my once best friend, my other half, my bundle of life take a wrecking ball to my heart, completely and utterly destroying a sacred bond that was built upon, what I then deemd as, love.

We dated for three years, Ashley and I.

Three whole years

And for what?

Only for my love to be waisted and left to tarnish in ruins?

I just don't see how I could have possibly ignored the signs. Yes, everything started perfectly. We were the perfect candy drops and sunshine couple. Holding hands in the hallway, here and there public displays of affection, always ending our days and starting our journeys together with the simple rhythm of three majestic words: I love you. 

My thoughts came adruptly to a halt when I heard a vibration from the top of my brown and wooden dresser, indicating that I had a text message. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I grunted before I groggily walked towards my phone, unlocking it before I read the text.

From: Jake

6:34am

Got my wheels back! OMG :D. Make your way to my house before school, no way in hell we're walking there. 

To Jake

6:34am

Do we really have to go today? That school is kind of the last place I want to be at right now.

While I wait for a reply, I carefully set my phone back on the dresser and walk over to my bed. I can't stand a total lack of concern for cleanliness, so I let that be my motivation to make my bed. My phone buzzes just as I finish fluffing my pillows and straighten, in creases and clean cutt folds, the red colors of shades known as my comforter and bed sheets.

Picking up the phone from my dresser, I read a text from Jake.

From: Jake

6:37am

What did I tell you about hiding? Fuck Skankshley and Whorenessa and get dressed. I expect you here in 15 minutes.

Darn it, I had seriously forgotten all about Vanessa. I feel my heart's steady beat increase to an exponential hurricane, as I think about the overwhelming feeling that took over me when I saw her for the first time.

I wasn't sure what came over me. I'd never reacted that way to seeing a girl that I've never met before. She is, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful girls that I have ever seen in my life, I'll admit that, but beneath that beautiful surfaces lies a terrible demon.

You like her my subconscious mocks Admit it .

"That's crazy", I mutter to myself. "How can I have feelings for someone that I don't even know?"

More importantly, how can I have feelings for someone who seems to enjoy and thrive upon bringing pain and suffering to the faces of those already trenching in the depths of misery?