It Gets Better

Part 5

Kelly reached out to grab my arm and I flinched away. She looked hurt, but I didn't really give a fuck.

"(Y/N) don't do this, please." she pleaded, reaching out to touch me again.

I stepped back, away from her. I didn't speak, I waited. I waited for her to try and explain what I know I just saw, to see what lie she would come up with. She looked at me, and sighed.

"I swear it's not what it looks like, I can explain." Kelly began again and she took a step toward me. I couldn't help it, but before I knew I had raised my hand and swiftly slapped her across the face, hard. She gasped and grabbed the side of her face, her eyes open wide.

"Don't you dare fucking lie to me. We've been best friends for seven fucking years and the least I deserve from you is some honesty." I said calmly. Mike was still standing in the stall, watching the interaction, pretending as though he was innocent.

"How about you, Mike? Why don't you share what just happened in that lovely bathroom stall? Were you two playing patty cake?!" I spat, the volume of my voice rising ever so slightly. He just stared at me like a deer in the headlights. "WELL?!" I shouted, my eyes darting from back and forth from Kelly to Mike.

"Oh, I get it. I'm not good enough to be told the truth. I'm not worth your honesty, right? I mean,  who gives a fuck about (Y/N) she's just some average girl, with fake friends and a knife in her back!" I was practically screaming.

Both of them staring at me, not speaking. I ran my hand through my hair, attempting to calm myself, but they wouldn't speak.

"SOMEBODY SAY SOMETHING!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Kelly started crying.

"Oh no you don't, you don't deserve to cry. Suck those fucking tears right back in. YOU did this." I was infuriated.

"I don't know what you want me to say, (Y/N) I'm so sorry we didn't mean to-" Kelly began.

"Mean to what? Get caught? How long has this been going on?!" I cut her off, looking directly at Mike. he cleared his throat

"Nothing's going on..." He said.

"So, what just happened is nothing? It sure seemed like something." I seethed. "Tell me, what exactly is 'nothing'?" I asked, wanting to hear them say it, to finalize the fact that my only two friends had stabbed me in the back.

"Come on, I mean, if you had the balls to do this shit while I was here, it must have been a long standing affair. So what were you doing in there and how long have you been doing it?" I asked calmly.

I don't know how I remained calm through all this, internally I was freaking out, I was crushed, I wanted to sit on the floor and cry, to pretend it never happened. But my ego wouldn't let me. I needed to know that I was worth nothing in their eyes, to confirm that I wasn't worthy of anybody's honesty.

"Well, um, we..." Kelly began but went quiet.

"Say it." I demanded.

"We had sex." she said, almost to quiet for me to hear. I thought about making her repeat it louder, own up to it. But I decided against it, because I couldn't hold myself together much longer.

"And how long have you two been fucking behind my back?" I placed careful emphasis on the last four words and my head snapped to Mike.

"no more than a couple months." he said, not looking at me. I felt a sharp pain in my chest. A couple months?! I expected maybe a few weeks, but months? I became furious.

"Look at me." I said coldly. "Or am I not worthy of your eye contact either? Because obviously we're not close enough to be honest with each other."

"It's not like that!" Kelly pleaded.

"What's it like?! I don't know either of you anymore, I don't know if I ever knew you because my two best friends would never, ever do this." I said, and the tears began to fall again. I choked out a sob. Kelly moved to hug me but I backed away. She put her hands down by her side and lowered her head.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"Just leave. Both of you. Get the fuck out of my sight. I don't ever want to see you again." I said confidently, though my voice was shaking, and tears were running down my face.