Surviving The Devil

28. All is well if end is well

As it’s my birthday today, I wanted to post the last chapter today! Hope you enjoy it!
Time to put the green tick on this one as well! :)
Dedicated to the amazing @starsandsky for that incredible trailer on the side! :D

 

CHAPTER 28: All is well if end is well

I ran to my car and drove home as fast as I could. My body was burning with the anger that I held for May. Her words kept roaming around my head; her hateful tone was stuck up there.

But I wasn't crying. You cry when you feel bad about something and I didn't felt bad about what she did, I was furious at her. Though tears are natural to come down at moments like these, I tried my best to cover them up.

May, her name gave the vibe of a person who would be so sweet and gentle that everybody would want to be her friend. Her words would fill your day with light and beauty but this May, was something different. Entirely different.
How could she think of me like that? Every person had their own way of thinking about others but what she did wasn't correct. She couldn't just go around and accuse people of being a cheater!

I tried to focus my mind at the road in front of me but my eyes began getting watery. I wiped them off from the back of my hand and spoke to myself,"You are stronger than this, don't cry over it."
Was I really the person she described me of? I did have many male friends but does that meant I was a slut. Having male friends or hanging out with them made me a slut? Everyone have friends of the opposite gender, it didn't mean they were dating all of them.

Thinking about this even more, I came to the conclusion that no, I wasn't a slut or anything that girl called me. Having people around with whom I feel comfortable doesn't make anyone a bad person, it was my life and it was my choice with whom I wanted to be near.
I shook my head to get that thought out of my head and parked the car in the apartment's parking lot.
But then why were tears still there in my eyes? Why was I crying after so much talking and consoling myself?

Maybe because some words can hurt you more than their actions. I took May as a loyal friend, I respected her, I took every comment of hers, which was for me, as a joke and laughed over it but she broke my trust. She wasn't the person I thought she was.

She wasn't the sweet May anymore in my eyes, she was now bitter.

Thinking of it, I walked toward the elevator and pressed the button. My face was red and eyes were teary. I kept wiping the tears but they were too stubborn to stop.
I got inside and took support of the cold side of the elevator. Running my fingers, with frustrating, through my hair, I groaned at how stupid I was acting. Why was I crying? I knew I wasn't what she said, then why were there tears in my eyes?

It reached my floor and as the doors opened, and I saw Ryan standing there in surprise.

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"Stop crying, Cupcake." Ryan spoke softly, running his hand gently over my head.

I buried my head even deeper into his chest and gripped on his shirt which was probably all wet from my tears.

The tears were not as heavy as before but my eyes were still watery. I cleared my throat and asked, “Am I really a slut?"
The sound of Ryan sighing filled my ear. He kissed my hair and spoke,"Do you think you are?"

I stayed silent for a moment and then shook my head to answer his question. He placed his hand on mine and said, “Then why are you worried? You know you’re not someone who cheats, who just play around, then what's the matter of crying over it?"
"I can't stop my tears." I announced, getting frustrated of myself.