You Got Me Twisted

Chapter 3

I heard my friends calling out my name as I walked out of the club but I ignored them. I was certain Andrew saw me walking out because I saw him looking at me with pity. I want to smack him dead. I ignored that urge and just made my way out of this hellhole. I don’t care if he thinks I’m a wimp or whatever, I’m not ready and that’s it. I wonder if I’ll ever be ready.

20 minutes later, I was slumped on my bed. No tears, I’m impressed. But it was chaos on my insides. I don’t know if I’m angrier or just pained. I don’t know if there’s a difference.

I kept thinking of the girl he was with. I can’t put a name to that face but one thing is for sure, she’s a stunner, she has a body fit enough to be covered in a magazine and maybe she’s smart too. I’ll never be that great. They both fit perfectly for each other, really. She’s nearly as tall as he..

What happened, though? What did I do? We had our future planned out down to the tiniest detail, I was so used to having him I practically depended on him with everything.

I gave him everything.

I gave up my dream because of him. I was sent out of my own home for him, because of him. How could I be so stupid? So weak? I realized that more than him, more than anyone else, I hated myself. This all comed down to me, to the decisions I made. I had no right to cry.

I needed to set everything straight. I’m not letting him ruin my life. I already have wasted almost 3 years of my life, I’m not wasting the rest of what’s left.

I’m going to bounce back, stronger and fiercer.

He’ll want me back, but I’ll just kick his sorry ass.