Sweetest of the Sweets

Revenge is sweet when you want to hurt the ones that you love. Ariana's betrayal leaves her hungry for it. To hurt him.
That sugercoated knife will take a plunge for sweetness stopping at nothing short of pain.


2. Sting My Heart

The poem...

I never knew there would be a better tomorrow, But you've come into my life and taken away all my sorrow.

When I'm with you I will not cry even a single a tear, And your touch have chased away all of my fear, You have given me a life that I could live worthwhile, It is even better everytime you smile.

I wish I could talk 'til the end of day, But now I'm running out of things to say, So I'll end by the line you already know, "I LIKE YOU" more than what I could show.



My eyes flickered open. Bright lights blinded me and my eyes began to sting. Wiping them with the back of my hand, I took a few minutes to adjust to the morning. 

My head started banging as I sat up, probably having something to do with last nights events. The details of yesterday are limited. Although I definitely know one thing- I had one too many drinks.

The sides of my head pulsated and my head crashed back into the cushioned pillow. Maybe several too many.

Despite the throbbing, I rose of the shallow bed and stretched my limbs. Glancing at the bed, I saw a naked disheveled body sprawled across the mattress. Her long blonde hair chaotic and curvaceous figure thrown halfway across the end of my bed.

It must have been a good night, I presumed.

The exposed individual began to stir and her eyes opened. Her head maneuvered around the room, probably seeing where she had ended up. Her eyes stopped on me and widened as realisation must have hit her.

She smirked. "Hey." She spoke deep and flirtatiously.

"Out." I announced. Finding a disarrayed top on the ground, I flung it to her.

"What?" She asked enraged.

"Out," I repeated. "Now."

Whilst she irritably shrugged on her clothes, I pulled on my boxers and sauntered downstairs.

Yawning, I hauled open the refrigerator door took out the half full carton of milk and took a gulp of its contents. Shutting the door with my backside, I heard the front door slam.


I noticed a couple of letters tossed on the big chestnut dining table, which we never ate off of.

Collecting them, I flickered threw them. Bills, bills, mom... Rhys. Taking the one adressed to me, I flung the others on the table and began to open it.

I never knew there would be a better tomorrow, But you've come into my life and taken away all my sorrow.

When I'm with you I will not cry even a single a tear...

It was a strangely familiar poem. I don't remember how I know it, but the words tugged at my brain as if I had heard it somewhere. At the bottom, a little note was left saying:

Guess what...

And nothing else.


Aren't these letters supposed to have "From your secret admirer" something? I searched the page finding nothing hidden.

But when I flipped the piece of paper, there was another little note.

I'm back bitch.  Are you ready to get hurt? Love, Fatty xx

That's when I recognised the poem. The poem I read to Ariana Silva. The girl I humiliated in front of the whole school. The girl I have not seen since that event.

The girl who plans to get her revenge.

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(A/N) Hey! LenaDuchannes666 here!

ThankYou all so much for the votes and whatnot, and for actually reading it in general. It means alot:-) I know this was short, but I will be uploading the other chapter REALLY soon, like tonight, or something. So, look forward to that.

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