Gang over Love

Chapter Thirteen

Gianni Michaels

I checked the clock and saw that it read 11:05pm. I sighed in relief, glancing at the sleeping Meilani.

I threw on a hoodie and basketball shorts making my way to the hotel door.

My phone buzzed loudly alerting me of a text message. I didn't dare check the text message as I locked the room door. The hallway was vacant, as it should be at this time of night.

My heart started to beat rapidly, as I silently prayed that Meilani didn't wake up.

Stepping into the elevator, I quickly pressed the either floor button.

My breath hitched as the elevator climbed closer and closer to the eighth floor.

And then suddenly it halted, alerting me that I've reached my destination.

Stepping off, I slowly walked down the hall to room 815. Stopping in front of the door, it opened before I even had to knock.

And I was immediately pulled inside by my hoodie.

Meilani Marie

A loud yawn escaped my mouth as I stretched in the bed. Turning over, I was expecting to feel Gianni next to me. Yet, he wasn't there. My eyes shot open as I cased the room with my eyes. Gianni was no where to be found.

I know his ass did not just leave me in this room alone. In Hawaii! I swear when I see him imma cuss him out.

He got no business leaving the room. I don't care if he wanted to get some air or not. The air in this room next to me is just fine.

I don't know why something so small made me pop off, but I don't appreciate him leaving.

How would he feel if I just decided to leave and not tell him.

What is so important that he had to leave at midnight? I think we all know what is. And if my hunch is right? Imma slap him dead across his face.

I sent numerous texts to his phone, and surprisingly none delivered.

It was as if he blocked my number or simply turned his phone off.

So many delusional thoughts crossed my mind as I paced the room anxiously. The clock now read 3 am, and I didn't know what to think. I tried to battle the thoughts of him cheating with a pretty Hawaiian girl, but it was so hard. All of the boys I dated in the past made me feel so insecure. To the point where I couldn't help that my mind roamed to the absolute worst possibilities. I've handled so much pain in my life that I've just expected unfortunate events to happen. Throughout the years my own self doubt ruined many of my relationships. Along with countless cheating incidents. In the past, I convinced myself so many times that guys have cheated on me. Even when no proof was evident. And my mere thoughts drove me to infidelity. So in a way the only person I could blame was me.

My ex boyfriends used to swear up and down that they've never cheated but some thought in my head made me believe otherwise. I'm what many people would call mentally ill, sociopath, psycho. But I'm convinced I'm just heart broken and battered to the point of no return.

I fell to the floor as tears welled up in my eyes. I raised my shaky left hand to my head and slid my lace front off of my head. Looking at it my reflection, I began to tear my appearance apart. All of my insecurities became more apparent now. I noticed how my right eyebrow was bushier than my left, and how my left eye was squinty. So many degrading thoughts flooded my mind. And some how I came to the conclusion that Gianni probably had good reasoning for leaving me alone. He probably got tired of the emotional turmoil.

After I couldn't take anymore I opened the room window, and checked to see if anyone was outside. Once the beach was clear I grabbed the mirror and threw it out the window. I watched as the glass shards pierced the sand.

At that moment I didn't care about how much of a hazard it was. The only thing that mattered was the pain that I was currently feeling.

Crawling back into the bed I grabbed my phone. I swiftly opened the Snapchat app and turned the camera so it faced me. For a second I looked at my reflection, but then I took a picture of me maniacally smiling through my mascara tears. Somehow I found pleasure in the pain intertwined in the picture.

And soon sleep took over and all was forgotten.

****Author's note****
Okay so woah! The book took a huge turn simply, because I got bored with it. I literally got tired of the lovey dovey stuff and turned up a notch. I hope you enjoyed this emotional rollercoaster, and btw so many questions will be answered in the next chapter.

I'm going to try to keep updating often btw.