3. Chapter three
I ran all the way home; tears had begun to blur my vision but I continued nonetheless, so distraught I didn’t even bother to wipe them away. I ran to my room, slammed the door and cried my heart out, screaming and punching my pillow, imagining it was Ben’s arrogant face. How cruel was love? Ben had just ruined my life and I hate him for it. I don’t think I've ever truly hated anyone and I don't like the feeling. It’s like I would happily pay to see someone beat the shit out of him, multiple times if it was possible. I don’t know how Michael could believe his lying brother over his girlfriend. Well probably his ex now. I know they live by the rule ‘Bros before hoes’, but I’m not a hoe and never have been. I know Ben is his brother but I don’t see why he didn’t even give me a chance to tell my side of the story. How can I prove my innocence to him? I love him with all my heart. He is the only one for me. It feels as if someone has removed my heart with a pair of safety scissors and no anaesthetic, then punched me in the gut multiple times just for the fun of it. I pummelled my pillow, imagining that it was Michael's face. I just want to cause them some pain like they’ve caused me.
The door creaked open and Tilly crept in.
“Why are you crying?” she whispered.
“I’m not,” I replied. “I just had something in my eye.”
“You’re lying” Tilly frowned at me. Then she gave me a hug, mumbling into my chest. It’s nice to have some company, even if it is from a snotty nosed 3 year old. I hugged her back- I know it’s sad but I’m really upset. At least one person likes me. I hate Ben! He declares his love for me then backstabs me. How could I love someone like that? Not that I have ever loved him anyway, stupid, arrogant jerk.
“I wuv you Jenny” Tilly declares before walking out of my room. I smile at her cute baby voice and little to the pitter patter of her feet as they retreat back downstairs into the living room.
So I'm going to spend the rest of the day having a clear out. Trying to erase Michael from my life and trying to forget what has just happened. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t remove Michael from my mind. However I have managed to half the number of items in my wardrobe and find some stuff that I thought I had lost ages ago. I also found a photo of me and Michael from last summer and proceeded to burn it. It was calming and satisfying to watch the flames lick over his face, destroying his perfect features and removing all traces of our relationship.
Quote of the day: You never know what you have until you clean your room.