Grey
I don’t believe a fucking word Rose says. Liv would never betray me like that. She told me she never liked the prick, never felt anything when they…kissed. Ugh, I rather be bashing his fucking head in…anyway, I don’t believe her. But then she shows me the clear photo of her stumbling upon the bodies. They are both naked under a thin sheet. Her hair is messy, and her lips are red. She looks like she does after we have sex…my blood boils as I stare at the way she’s latched onto him, afraid to let him go.
Tears pricked my eyes, and I felt my hand begin to clam up as I analyzed the picture. I felt such anger and betrayal, all I could see was fucking red. My eyes scanned over the charm laying between her cleavage, his arm just under her breasts…I had to take a deep breath from smashing Rose’s fucking phone. That damn charm. She was wearing his charm yet doesn’t have mine anymore. She probably threw it away right after he fucked her for the first time.
I couldn’t fucking believe it. My angel, my princess, my fucking girl fucked another guy. I thought she was fucking it for me. I had just tattooed how much she meant to me on my fucking skin. Talk about fucking karma and timing, huh? If Rose had gotten there earlier, I could have avoided marring a fucking mistake into my skin. She fucking fucked him! That prick, that Barbie doll. That asshole didn’t fucking deserve her!
But why? Why do it? Why fuck him then come to me and convince me you love me? My mad mind went crazy with thoughts and possibilities of how she could have been such a fucking master manipulator. I mean, she’s betrayed me before. Played me like no one has ever before. Maybe she’s writing a sequel. Maybe she’s never loved me, ever. And my entire life is just for her fucking pleasure—her gain.
How could I have allowed it to happen again? Her twisting my heart around like it was a fucking toy she could play with freely. I promised myself and my heart that I would not let her or anyone hurt me the way she did the first time. Yet here I am. Hurt, broken-hearted, and pissed the fuck off. I let her in again. I let her fool me again. I fucking fell for the girl with the brightest smile and devious big blue eyes…again!
I roar as I throw my fist into the metal locker, then lay my forehead against the cool surface. I grind my teeth hard against each other as I try to cool myself down, catch my breath. But I can’t even hear over the loud thumping inside my chest. I punch the locker again and again and just keep punching until my knuckles are numb. I finally kick it and watch it slam to the ground. I grip my hands and shake my head, letting out another roar as I stomp on it, denting the green metal. I want to fucking tear the door off its hinges and throw it at that prick’s fucking face until there is absolutely nothing left.
“Grey, you’re up,” a voice booms behind me. I didn’t even hear the door croak open.
I turn around and face a short guy holding a clipboard. He looks scared as he eyes me and the fallen locker.
“Finally.” I crack my neck and knuckles, and he gulps and backs out.
I get to take my anger out the old-fashioned way. Beating fuckers’ faces in, literally.