Chapter two

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The trip to the city was a suprise. You didn't know. Looking back now i wonder if what happens next, would have happened if you had known.
Would i have found out?
Would my family have been ok?
Would we be enjoy ourselves at an art museum?
Would i still be alive?
Maybe.
But its too late.
And its all my fault.
.............................................
I skipped up to Toby's familiar house.
It was huge.
He did come from wealth.
I opened the door without knocking, as always.
As i made my way down silent hallways i began hearing something that made me shiver in disgust.
There was moaning and slurping sounds coming from one of the rooms.
'It probably just Eric and one of his hookers.' i thought.
Eric is Toby's older brother.
He was the biggest man slut i knew.
But i realized, Eric's room is on the other side of the house.
I picked up my speed, rushing to Toby's room and hoping my suspicions weren't true.
But i've never had the best of luck.
There was Toby and a red head from my school. they were on his bed, kissing, touching.
I felt my heart break and fury overcome me.
"Hey Toby." i said in a sickly sweet voice.
His eyes widened and the girl scrambled off his lap.
"Wait, Devon, i can explain." he tried, wiping her lipstick off of his face.
"Oh no need, i can see perfectly fine whats going on, but first let me say happy birthday, and I'm breaking up with you, you cheating asshole."
I stormed out ignoring his protests and the unbearable pain shooting through my chest.
I walked to the car, the mask of calm still planted on my face.
I started the car in a stiff, jerky motion.
My parents asked me what was wrong and i said nothing.
It got deadly silent.
Finally Violet decided to break the ice.
"Where's Toby?"
My expression turned to stone and anger coursed my body.
"He's not coming. He had other things to do." more like sluts.
Nobody asked anything else.
Soon it was dark and everyone else was asleep.
The city trip was a weekend thing.
The anger built up and i was unintentionally hitting the accelerator.
That was my first mistake.

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