Up To You

13 - Friends?

Devonne's POV

I tried to hold back the tears that wanted to escape. Those weren't even sad tears, I just wanted to cry from anger. I had never been so mad. I was mad at myself and at Philip. I was mad at the world.

Driving home had never been so hard. I wiped at my eyes with the back of my hand before gripping the wheel. My knuckles turned white, that's how hard I was holding it. Silly me thought she'd go home, correct papers and wait for her boyfriend to come home. Silly me thought she'd get married soon.

Dumb. Dumb. Dumb.

When I finally pulled up at my house, I opened the door aggressively. Like I said, I wasn't sad. I was mad. I couldn't show my students that though. It was embarrassing and pathetic. I had been cheated on, god knows how many times.

I ran to my bedroom and started throwing clothes in a suitcase.

His clothes.

After that, I threw the rest of his belongings in there as well, not caring when some of his things broke. I frantically wiped tears away while running around in my apartment.

"Son of a bitch." I muttered.

The door opening caught my attention. "Hi, beaut- what are you doing?" Phil asked.

"Get out." I whispered.

He walked closer to me. "Are those my clothes?" His voice made my food come up. "What's happening?" He carefully asked.

"Who was it?!" I yelled.

"Who was what?" His eyes widened. "Devonne, I need you to calm down.." He softly spoke.

"And I need you to get the fuck out! Was it Lena? It was her, wasn't it? Did you fuck her? How long has it been going on?!" I was yelling so loud, I'm pretty sure the other people in my apartment building could hear it.

His face showed me my accusations were right but all Philip did was lick his lips and roll his eyes. "You're overreacting."

"I'm overreacting?!" I shrieked. "You're a fucking asshole, I'll show you overreacting!" Against my better judgement, I threw a photo frame in his direction. It only hit his on his arm, too bad it wasn't his face. I was so mad, I was scared for his well being.

"We can talk about it." He tried to move closer again after recovering from the shock.

"Yeah, let's talk about how I'll fuck you up if you don't leave my apartment in the next five seconds." I breathed.

"Devonne, babe, we can work this out. Listen to me."

"Do not fucking call me that. I'm done, we're over. I'll let someone else go grab my stuff since I don't want to see your fucking face anymore." I walked over to him and opened the door. "Out." I calmly said as I breathed heavily.

He went to walk out but stopped right in front of me. "You've cheated on me too, you know that right?" He whispered in a threatening tone.

I forcefully slapped him across the face. "You do not get to use that against me. I didn't even remember and told you right away. You did it on purpose and for god knows how long. I just fucking kissed the girl." I whispered back in the same tone.

His eyes widened and realization of what I had said hit me. "You still not gonna tell me who the girl is?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"Apparently, I had to go fulfill my needs somewhere else." I replied confidently. "Just like you've been doing."

His face was so close to me, I could see all the anger his eyes held. I would've been scared shitless if I weren't nearly as mad.