This is one of the scenes that was the hardest for me to write. I had to take a break from writing it down a couple of times because, I felt my anger rise within me all over again. Oh well, at least I can just write about it now instead of actually living through it again. Anyway, sorry for the short chapter again but thanks for still continuing the story.
I wasn't exactly upset with the fact that he confessed to her. No, what bothered me was what he did before and after his confession. How he dated Amaya out of pity and broke up with her quickly after. How he confesses to me and tells me that I was the only one he truly liked. He said all those words to Amaya and I, but he still chose to follow his actions. He still chose to say and do what he did.
He told Kassandra that he dated Amaya out of pity. He told Kassandra that he only confessed to me because, just to him, I was just a body and the closest girl next to him. He told Kassandra that he never had any feelings for Amaya and I.
He told Kassandra that he was in love with her and that he was always only in love with her. He even had the nerve to beg her to not tell me anything. He wanted Kassandra to chose him over me in order for him to not get caught with his hurtful words.
Kassandra told me. She told me right away; taking screenshots of his messages to provide evidence for me. I will always be thankful for what she did in that moment.
I remember that I was sitting on my bed when she texted me what happened. I was in my bedroom looking at all the screenshots and Rose had to ask me if I was alright due to me making a face of distraught. I explained everything that I was reading and Rose was shocked. She was confused and asked me if I was okay. I remember shaking my head, feeling betrayed and numb. It was as if all the memories that him and I shared in the past faded away and never existed.
I knew right then and there that I never wanted to speak to him ever again.
I told Kassandra that I plan to never talk to him or text him after what she just informed me about. I thanked her again for telling me what happened, but right after that, Kassandra admitted that she told him that she informed me about his words and actions.
That's when the messages began. That's when the long paragraphs were created. That's when his true colors began to shine bright and vivid for anyone to see.
But I was the only one seeing it. Kassandra saw too, but he was worse with me.
Ugh, with how much I write on my free time, seeing such short chapters really make me feel weird. Still, please stick around till the end. See you next chapter. (•‿•)
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The Devil's Trap
Non-FictionThis is not a story or a book about fictional events. Everything that I wrote in this is true. When I was a Sophomore, I was friends with a certain boy who became one of the people I hate the most. Everything he did to me, everything he said to me...
