Harsh Truths & Kind Lies

Tore, ripped, broke.

Harriet did it to her best friends ex's face.

Alex did it to her best friends heart.

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2. Chapter 2: Alex

You should never challenge a tornado to a joule when it's your heart at stake. I knew he was a tornado with pretty eyes and a heartbeat, and yet I let him wreck me. He crept into my heart, morphing an emptiness into an abundance of butterflies and left the safe cave of my heart. Broken and cracked. Now he was just a stranger, full of my secrets. I let him in and he destroyed me from the inside. Now he is searching for another person, and that person isn't me. 

I clutched at the hot cup of steaming tea. Harriet sat across from me, her black hair hung over the cup of hot chocolate she had barely touched, staring into oblivion. 
"Oh, Harriet." I sighed, taking a sip of the tea. I knew she meant well, but punching my ex-boyfriend wasn't making it any easier for me. She always meant well. She stood by me through everything, even though she thought he was a dick she supported the relationship.
"I'd castrate him for you Alex. Although, I'm not sure he has a dick if he was a pussy enough to give up someone amazing like you. Although you'd know if he had a dick I'm sure...you know what. I should stop talking now." Harriet zoned out. Oh god how I wish I didn't know. I did everything in the world I could to keep him. I did the best I could and yet, it still wasn't enough. 
"Do you still love him?"
"Why does it matter Harriet?" That seemed to shut her up. Not that I minded her talking. Her voice was a comfort through the hardships and the rocky water. 

The air was bitter against our bare skin as we walked home from town. The autumn leaves, falling dead from the trees. 
"You know he's the one who deserves to feel the pain, not you." 
"I know." 
"I think anyone, girl or boy, you bisexual thing, would be lucky to have you. The luckiest person on earth." 
"That explains why Dylan left me then." 
"The reason Dylan left you is because he doesn't know something absolutely incredible when it's offered to him on a fucking silver platter. If you ask me, he's never been the smartest tool in the shed." 
"Well, I was the idiot who fell for him so. I can't believe he lied to me. I can't believe he told me he loved me only to toss me out like trash onto the street that never actually meant anything to him. God Harriet. I need to get drunk."
"Getting drunk isn't going to get rid of your problems."
I don't care that Harriet is right. I needed something to fill the void pit of my stomach, and alcohol seemed to be the right solution right now. It may be temporary, but I'll take absolutely anything to get rid of the pain. I can't have my heart going to war with my mind.
"It's a flesh wound. It will heal." Harriet sighed, opening my front door for me. 

 

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