Y/N's POV: (Best Friend)
My heart ached knowing I'll just prove her point.
We both came to the conclusion that mine and Demi's friendship is slowly drifting apart.
Both her and I hate that.
A few nights ago, she just snapped.
~Flashback~
"No, Y/N! Ever since your lover boy came into the picture, I'm no longer needed! You don't even understand how shit you make me feel! You call me crying, desperate for help or advice but when I need your comfort, I can go fuck myself because you need to spend time with fucking Jack!" She screamed, her face burning red as her veins stood out on her forehead.
"That's not true! I do need you, more than anything! I admit, I take it upon myself that I'm the reason why we don't spend as much time but when I do try and spend time with you, you always cancel on me, last fucking minute! I try, I really do try, but you make it impossible!" I argue.
"I'm not gonna' plan my life out around you, just because you're free on a day I work! It's not all about you but yet you always manage to make it so you're the only thing that matters, well guess what, princess, the world doesn't revolve around you so take your head out of your ass and see the world as it actually fucking is, because the second you and Jack end it, you'll run back to me, to tell me how sorry you are, that's how it always is." Her voice went from angry to upset in a matter of seconds. "Look, I love you, so fucking much. You're like my little sister, but I'm not going to go through so much hurt just to even have a conversation with you because it only seems like I'm the one making effort.We know each other since we were in diapers, it fucking sucks how things are but I just want the old us back. Before Jack was a thing, before you lost all your time for your boring, annoying best friend." She slightly smirks, opening her arms as I walk into her embrace.
That's how it always is, we fight, get everything off of our chests and make up.
I know nothing can ruin our relationship, yet I seem to be doing a great job at doing the opposite.
~ Flashback end~
I wish it wasn't like that.
It's not that I don't have time for her, because I do.
I just can't let her see me like this.
As soon as she'd see the bruises and scratches scattered all over my body, she'd actually loose her mind.
I know she would because she's so very protective over the people she cares about.
Once, one of my bullies kicked the back of my knee so I'd fall over and Demi literally tackled them to the ground and smashed their head against the ground, holding their hair tightly in her little fist.
I wasn't really injured, just a little scratch but the girl was left with a concussion and short memory loss.
"Y/N, I'm going to the shops." Jack calls from the kitchen, not bothering to hide hickeys on his neck that weren't left there by me. "Remember, be a bad girl and you'll see what happened." He growled in my ear as he walked by, yanking my hair making me wince.
"Y-yes Sir." I stutter in fear as his angered eyes stare into mine.
"Good."
He left with a loud slam, making the whole house slightly jump.
I get up and walk over to a mirror, finally being able to inspect the injuries from earlier on in peace.
"For fuck sake." I hiss, touching my split lip, inspecting my black eyes.
