Love Me Badly

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The good thing about being a popular girl with a brazen attitude is that people wouldn't think twice about approaching you after being dumped by your boyfriend. Now she wanted nothing more than to just crash in her bed and cry her eyes out.

Kelliana trudges up the stairs of her 3-storey house to the 2nd floor, trying to maintain her balance since her Viutton Navy heel boots were making her feet ache. She tries to suppress the urge to not let her hot tears blur her sight in case she misses a step and falls flat on her face. But it was too late since she could already feel the stinging sensation behind her eyes grow stronger by the second.

She finally makes it to her room and as soon as the door shuts behind her, she throws her handbag to the wall and screams so loud that she felt like her head was about to explode. She has never felt this type of pain in a long time.

She runs to her bed and clashes her body down onto the soft silk sheets that will soon be damped with her salty tears and stained with black markings from her eyeliner.

Dean Duddson was her childhood friend. He would always put a smile on her face whenever she was feeling down and make her laugh whenever she overthinked or stressed too much over the littlest things.

Nobody understood her like he did.

They grew up together, ate together, shopped together- heck they even bungee-jumped together. He was Kelliana's best friend in her times of need and she was always there to support and be his friend every second of everyday.

She still remembers how he held her hand for the first time, saying that he was just "warming her up" since the weather was freezing cold that day yet her hand was still encased in his, even in the heated car. She still remembers how he kissed her on the cheek just because she said that her cheeks have gone chubby and he simply replied with "whatever you see, I still see beauty". She still remembers how he held her gaze as he watched her put on a dress that hugged her body in all the right places, seeing his lustful eyes for the first time looking right at her. She remembers how he held her body as he shook her to the core, the night they both condemned to each other and gave into their desires. She remembers how he finally asked her to be his girlfriend, the over joy and euphoria that erupted in her body as he held her in his strong arms. She remembers how much he loved and cared for her and how he had always put her first in every situation. How much she admired his humbleness and modesty.

She then remembers how he held her weak figure in his arms when she was at the lowest of her low, the day of her father's funeral. How he treated her like a glass doll that was about to break at any given moment.

She remembers the look in his eyes.

Fear... sadness... despair.

The look that reflected her own as he slowly took the broken shard of glass from her hands, the cuts on her wrists slashed open enough to drip blood down her arm. She remembers how much her heart grew at the sight of her first love caring for her in a time she hated herself and life. He saved her.

And now she remembers how he held her fragile heart in the palm of his hand and pierced it carelessly with that same broken shard of glass from 2 years ago, stabbing it repeatedly with his words.

"I'm sorry Kelly. It's not you, it's me. We need to stop seeing each other." He said his last words and walked away, not even bothering to turn around and spare a glance at her.

That bastard!

She shoots up from her bed, grabbing some tissues from her bedside table and frantically wiping away at her eyes as if that will help clean away this dirty feeling.