The Demon I Let Ruin Me

THIRTEEN

I listen to the words coming from Harry's phone and I can feel myself start to crumble under the surface. This can't be happening.
"I'm gunna break it off. Don't worry. I have her eating out of the palm of my hand."

I look at him, horrified, waiting for an explanation but it never comes. Instead he smiles and says.
"It was all so easy and once you and my brother hooked up at that party, it made it easier. I wanted to see you fall in love with me. It went faster than I thought it would which is surprising because I pegged you as a challenge. Guess I was wrong." I stare at him, trying to compose myself. I will not let him see me cry, he doesn't deserve my tears or heart ache. "I mean I didn't even have to fuck you to get you to fall in love with me."

"Why did you do it? Why me?" I ask, my voice betraying me as it comes out quiet and broken. Harry looks between us and I can tell he either wants to comfort me or hurt Edward.

"It's like you said, I had nothing better to do with my time." he shrugs with a smirk like he's so happy with the scene taking place and I'm sure he is. I remember asking him that question once a few months ago before all of this and it stings to remember a time when I wasn't hopelessly in love with the cruel man in front of me.

"Was it like, like a bet?" I ask, fear in my heart for the answer.

"No. I was bored and when I saw you, at first I thought nothing of you but then I noticed how uptight you looked and I remember when I was 15 and I did the same thing to a girl just like you. You see, to me it feels so good to know that I'm desirable to just about everyone, even you. So I began to get closer to you and eventually took a job to be closer to you and then you told me you kissed me but it was actually Harry and I took it upon myself to go with it." he explains and my heart shatters more with each word spoke. "And well, you remember the rest." he shrugs.

"You are sick Edward! Absolutely sick." I shout and the tears that I have been holding in, finally find their way out.

"The funniest part is, Harry warned you a long time ago about all of this." he laughs and right before my eyes, Harry's fist collides with Edward's face and I gasp. Harry continues his assault and I just watch, not in fear for Edward but for Harry. If Edward gets the upper hand he will certainly kill Harry.

To Harry's luck, he hits him just enough times to make his nose bleed. Harry pulls himself from Edward's body and shakes out his busted fist. Edward slowly stands up and touches a finger to his nose, instead of retaliating, he just laughs and looks between us.

"What the fuck ever." he laughs more and just walks away. As I watch him leave I realize that he did exactly what he needed to do because even now, after hearing what he did, I want to chase after him and beg for him to stay but I don't. I hold in the rest of my tears and take Harry to help his hand.

With tear filled eyes, I try my hardest to help Harry. I keep trying to ignore the pain my chest as it comes.

"You don't have to help." He says with a sigh, looking over his knuckles. But I have to. It's my fault. Isn't it? I fell in love with Edward even when Harry told me what he was up to. I didn't believe him. I should have. And that's why this is my fault.

"It's my fault." I croak, trying my best not to cry as I think about the rude curly haired boy I let into my life. The one I fell in love with you was pretending to love me back for so long. The boy who just walked out of my life forever.

"No. Don't say that McKayla. It's all on him. He hurt you. So badly." He protests but I shake my head, unable to speak. I wrap some gauze around his knuckles and pat it, to let him know I'm done. I turn around and face the door, trying to keep myself together. But it's no use. I'm going to break down any second and there's nothing I can do.