It Gets Better

Part 4

I had just reached the exit, my hand was on the door, poised to push. I felt the all too familiar burning in my throat as my eyes brimmed with tears, threatening to fall at any moment. I couldn't move. It's like my world had completely frozen. I was just listening. I knew there were girls outside screaming, but for some reason I couldn't even hear them anymore, I couldn't hear anything but the sound of my own heartbeat as it sped up to much faster than it should have been.

I couldn't breathe, my heart was beating rapidly, but my lungs wouldn't expand. What the fuck was going on. My body was completely failing me. I let out a strangled gasp as I snapped back into reality and began breathing again. All the noise flooded back as I toll a deep breath in. One Direction was playing again but I couldn't make out the song, I wasn't really trying. There was massive screaming going on, if I didn't know better I'd think it was a massacre.

But the sounds that filled my ears, the sounds I least wanted to hear, were the most predominant in my mind, the moans. I finally regained control of my body as I pulled my hand from the door and slowly turned around. I could hear the gasps and moans, and it was like nails on a chalkboard. My world was breaking as I stood at the end of the hall of stalls and just listened. "God Kelly, you're so good!" the male voice bellowed. I don't know why my mind just registered it as a male voice, I guess I refused to acknowledge that I knew exactly who it was.

I finally gathered the courage to walk down the hall, slowly, quietly, step-by-step. I had to confirm what I was hearing. I had to know. As I neared the stall where the noise was coming from I stopped next to it and turned to face it. They were too busy with their own noises to hear my footsteps and pounding heartbeat.

I narrowed my eyes and focused on the crack between the door. I saw Kelly's face, eyes shut right, and pressed against the wall, her fingers running through Mike's hair as he buried his face into her neck.

She was still fully clothed, as far as I could see, but then I saw her shorts on the ground. Next to his feet, which had his drawers draped around the ankles. I examined Mike as he thrusted into her. I don't know why, but I was strangely fascinated. I don't know whether it was because this was the most betrayed I had ever felt in my life, or because I felt like I deserved it. Kelly had always been prettier than me. I looked back up at her face, even doused in sweat she looked stunning. I watched as her jaw tensed and her brows furrowed.

My chest began to ache and I realized I'd stopped breathing again as I examined them, hoping they wouldn't notice me. Instinct took over and I gasped for air. It came out much louder than I'd hoped, and I watches Kelly's face as her eyes snapped open to locate the foreign noise.

They grew wide with guilt at the sight of me. She gripped Mike's hair and pulled his face away from her neck, then pressed against his chest, forcing him to pull out. "What the fuck?!" he spat. She ignored him and reached for her shorts and slid them on. I stood in the same place, all the while, watching her shove past him to unlock the stall. I couldn't move, my body was frozen yet again.

Mike turned around to look at her, his pants still around his ankles. "Kelly! I said what the-" Mike began but was cut off as the stall door swung open and he saw me. He shook his head slowly, and backed up toward the toilet. Hitting a wall and realizing he was pantsless. He quickly reached down to pull them up as Kelly walked toward me. Tears spilled over my eyes, streaming down my face.

I just looked at her, not accusing, not upset, I just watched her. I didn't know what to think, but I obviously didn't know her anymore. "Oh my god (Y/N) I'm so sorry it's not what it looks like..." she began.