Two Broken Hearts

Chapter thirteen

You guys! Something again went wrong and chapter 13 and 14 got mixed but I was lucky because it doesn't really matter, they both happen at the same time and don't really have an impact at the story if you read it like this. But I didn't intend to it to go like this.

Hope it's not going to be confusing, love you!

Enjoy

As I went downstairs I met the blond bitch yet again. I rolled my eyes seeing her look at me intensely.

I go around her to get to the kitchen but she steps in my way.

I glare up at her: "What do you want Blondie?"

She narrows her eyes and tries to look dangerous but she looks ridiculous with that green eyeshadow. It just doesn't go with the look.

My bored look telling her everything.

"Look Blondie, I am up for games of pushing you to your limit but today I am a real bitch to everyone and I don't feel like riping your throat out. Actually I do but I am sure you don't want that so get out of my way before I make you swallow your tongue."

She gulps slightly and coughs trying to mask it.

"I don't care in what mood you are today or any other day raven."

I bit back a laugh. Raven. Hahaha. That's hardly an insult. Ravens are smart. And they are beautiful, at least to me. I like ravens.

"Then what do you care about, whoring around?" I asked not even looking at her.

"You bitch!" She exclaims and I laugh.

"I told you I was a bitch. It's not rocket science. I am a bitch to everyone and if you really want to I can have a go at you today. We can make it happen hun. Your face does need a little repair anyway, it probably needs to get rid of all the plastic."

She gasps: "How dare you? I am not plastic, I" but I cut her off. "Sure you're not..."

She scoffs like a child not getting a cookie from her mother and dramatically says: "Don't interrupt me! I was about to say that I" but I cut her off yet again: "Blondie! No one tells me what to do! I don't care what were you about to say. Your whole life is garbage and I could end it right this moment if I wanted to."

She tries to glare again and fails.

"Your life isn't perfect either. Nobody loves you, not even Matteo, and he is, so I heard, your childhood friend."

She bits back like she is smart. I chuckled at her: "Don't over think with that little brain of yours. It doesn't do you well. Nobody loves me, and I know that and that's good. I make sure nobody loves me. But you just fuck your way into loving anyone. Tell me, has it worked? With Matteo it clearly hasn't but I couldn't honestly care less."

She looks hurt for a minute but then she smiles: "You're just jealous that Matteo loves me more than you. He is going to pick me over you anytime."

I knew that was true but I didn't let it get to my heart. I couldn't anymore. He caused me enough pain.

I ruffly picked her arm, it is going to leave marks. She shivered in surprise and moaned in hurt.

I go to her ear and whispered: "You keep telling yourself that, maybe if you keep it up long enough and spread your legs high enough... Maybe just maybe it will come true."

I let go of her hand and threw her on the side and she fell on the floor. I made my way thru the kitchen and got myself a cup of water.

I felt someone's presence and I turned around seeing... Marcus.