I woke up, this time Ryan wasn't lying next to me, I sort of got concerned. I slowly made my way out of the messy bed, fixing the big t shirt I had slept in, which was his. I roamed around the condo and I didn't see him anywhere, as I began to dial his number I heard the familiar ringtone coming from the bedroom. I walked back in and realized Ryan had left his phone by the dresser. I was puzzled; I didn't have any idea where he was. I crept back in the bed, not really sure of what I should do next. Then I stared at his champagne iPhone, which was probably the only way I could've found out where he was. I unlocked the phone, I was sort of guilty, invading his privacy or whatever, but I needed to check up on him.
As I looked at his home screen, he recieved a new message, without even thinking I opened it. Noticing that it was a whole conversation, her name was Lola. I scrolled up to where the chat had started which read:
"Ryan, I miss you." - Lola
"I miss you too, but I've met someone..." - Ryan
"You know that no one's better than me Ryan, you promised you'd stay" - Lola
"I know, but..." - Ryan
"But? You love me, you even said you'd never love someone as much as you loved me, how could you let a stranger come between us?" - Lola
"I do love you, and you have a point, I shouldn't have let her come between us" - Ryan
"I gtg, meet me by the café tomorrow morning? We need to talk" - Lola
"Sure" - Ryan
"Love you" - Lola
"Love you too" - Ryan
I didn't exactly know how to feel, I wasn't in ownership of Ryan. We aren't in a relationship, I shouldn't be angry. I shouldn't, but I am. For completely trusting this stranger, thinking that he'll be some-what good for me, thinking that he loves and understands me. I just wanted to slap him so fucking badly, and I wanted to slap myself for falling in love with this bastard, thinking we had something good. But I guess not, he's a complete bastard just like my dad. I obviously wasn't going to wait on him to get home, so I quickly got dressed and left. I once again have nowhere to go, but at least wherever I was going didn't bring any pain.
I don't know why I came here of all places, but this is the only person who cares or who could help me right now, Regina Atwell.
"Oh, what a surprise-"She started. I didn't let her finish her sentence.
"Don't bullshit me, Regina, I only came here because I have nowhere else to go" I said stubbornly.
"Aren't your parents back at the hotel?" She asked.
I became even angrier.
"My mom died, and my dad is in the hospital" I said.
"I'm sorry.. Tell you what, you don't have to have a session today seeing that you're so confused right now, take a cab and head on to my place, you could stay there and we can talk then" She said, with a serious face this time.
"Okay" I got up, beginning to head to the door.
I got in the cab, and gave the driver the directions. I'm confused as ever, I don't know why I'm losing everyone who loved me, or who I thought loved me. I finally understand that stupid quote "Love blinds us all."
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It's All My Fault
Teen FictionJodie, a sixteen year old who lives in a small town finally as a given opportunity to go travel in the big city of New York. Most people have wishes of going there and experiencing the fun, but she doesn't. She doesn't even want to hear her mother...
