TWISTED | Trent Alexander-Arnold

Chapter 24 - felicia

Immediately after I got out of Trent's compound, I couldn't hold my tears back in, I couldn't restrict them from falling anymore, I let them roll uncontrollably down my cheeks as loud sobs escaped from my mouth. I was crying so hard to the extent that my legs couldn't carry me anymore, I ended up sitting under a tree at a small park down kings lane to deal with my emotions.

I know y'all might be asking why I was crying when I already know that Trent has a heart of stone. Well, to be honest, I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't not cry, crying was the only way I'd get to feel better. What hurts and pains me the most is the fact that he used me. Trent used me. He said words that I thought were true, the way his eyes sparkled when he said them showed signs of honesty. He said I drive him insane. He said he loves it when I'm around him. He said he loves it when I'm in his arms. He said I make him feel things that nobody has ever made him feel in this entire world. And then all of a sudden he's like 'people kiss all the time! Get over it'

I'm such a big fool. I'm a fool for letting him kiss me. I'm a fool for kissing him back. I'm a fool for moaning his name. I'm a fool for letting him take me to his bed even though we didn't go loco. I'm a fool for letting him take off my shirt. I'm a fool for believing his words. I'm a fool for getting lost in his manipulative innocent eyes. I'm generally a massive fool, for everything. How could I possibly believe Trent's words? Why did I even do that? We're talking about someone who can kill a one month old chihuahua just for his own benefits here, Someone who doesn't give a shit about literally anyone except himself and his little perfect life. How could I let myself get played around with like that? And with Trent of all people? Am I really that dumb and stupid to not have realized that it was all just an act in the first place? He was right when he said I'm not his type, because I'm not, he's used to girls who literally just take off their panties and open their legs after you ask how they're doing, he's used to girls who prefer to sit on a guy's lap instead of an expensive leather couch, he's used to girls who spend all night screaming and moaning on a guy's bed, while I'm me. Kylie brown, the girl with long curly black hair who almost never wears makeup, a bookworm and flavored coffee lover who always dresses in boring, baggy clothes. What would he see in me that would make him say such words to me and actually mean them?

Honestly, my life hasn't been the same ever since Trent came into it. I wish I never bumped into him that day at the airport. I had such a simple life that consisted of going to school and coming back home to read my books or watch a movie without being bothered by anyone before, but now, not even a single day passes by without me crying. The kind of pain Trent makes me go through is unimaginable, he doesn't touch me or anything, but his words are pure venom. Just a single word from his bitter mouth can destroy somebody's future life goals. I don't know why he feels like or thinks that's okay, or why he doesn't care at all.

After over thirty minutes of letting it all out and getting some fresh air, I managed to pick my messed up self back up and headed back home. I was hungry just a few minutes ago, but the thoughts of exactly how horrible Trent is just made me lose my appetite for everything. Not even coffee. My mood was messed up so badly so the only option I had was to go to bed and sleep on it. It was only 8:25pm, which would've been my time to watch 'the conjuring' while eating some XL pizza from dominos on a normal day, but then Trent happened, so yeah, I went to bed without changing into my pajamas, buried my head into the pillow and silently let the tears fall as I waited to drift into sleep.

Yeah, I was wrecked like that!

The next morning, I wasn't doing any better, memories of yesterday kept on flowing through my head that I ended up having yet another headache first thing in the morning. I thought I would feel a bit better after I get some sleep, but nothing really changed to be honest, just that I wasn't crying anymore. When I looked at myself in the mirror in my bedroom, I swear I almost let out a scream, I looked horrible with tear stains on my face, bloodshot red eyes and disorganized hair, at that moment, I would make an awesome Halloween costume or character to scare the living shit out of someone.