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“Stay put, please.” Stephanie’s voice was gentle, shaking a little at the last word. Almost like she was afraid, scared of something I couldn’t see.
She had dragged me up here, not telling me a word. Of course, I didn’t want to go up at first, it was a major party, and I would be missing a whole lot. But an idea blossomed in my head. She was leading me into a room, pitch black with a bed in it. A bed.
I crushed my mouth against hers, pressing her to the mattress. She pushed against me, trying to talk around my tongue in her mouth.
“Stop it and listen to me.” I recoiled, looking at her weirdly.
“What’s wrong babe?” A knock at the door made her jump.
“Sit down,” she ordered. I couldn’t see her features since it was so dark, but the outline of her body was stiff, and I sat down, suddenly sober. The whole room was vibrating with the sound of the bass, but I couldn’t seem to realize just how loud it really was. My brain had been fuzzy with its sound only minutes ago, but now, all I could hear was her soft voice.
“We’re done, Brady. I need time to myself, with college coming up and all this shit...” She drifted off. In my head, everything became clear. She was acting weird on our way here, she wouldn’t talk, wouldn’t look at me, and she had drank at least four beers in the first hour. Probably nerves.
“What?” My voice was deep and rough, on the hedge of whisper. “Bullshit.”
She shook her head and hung it low, not saying anything. Another knock at the door, but this time, the person who was on the other side opened it. A head popped in, looking in our direction, he too didn’t say a thing. It just retracted, the halo of blond hair disappearing into the last rays of light. We were back in the dark again, but something in my mind was illuminated as a second realization hit me.
“You’re with another guy, are you?” She had been really discreet with it, but in some way, it had been obvious. She would be gone for days, not calling or texting, but when I asked her about it, she would be fidgeting. She would go talk in another room when someone called when we were together. Somewhere far enough so I couldn't hear. And there were these weird conversations she had with someone on the phone once. I could still clearly hear her arguing. I don't want to tell him. Not yet. He's just so... He doesn't deserve that. I also remembered that she had hung up on him, a mumbling still audible on the other end of the line before she had closed her phone shut.
“No,” was all she said. I could feel the anger burn up inside of me, like fire eating at my heart.
“Stop lying for a second, and look me in the eyes.” Her head snapped up, and her eyes were bright in the darkness. “That guy, the one who keeps knocking. You’ve slept with him.” My voice was hard and emotionless, like I was only going through the motion, not even feeling. But it was only a facade. I was ready to run, sprint out of this town so I never had to face that whore again. I wasn't even sure why I knew it was that random guy. I just did.
“It wasn’t his idea; don’t go after him, please. It just happened...”
“A couple of times. You just got sick of the shame, did you? That’s why you couldn’t let us go on as a couple,” I interrupted her, voice picking up, almost a scream. Are you fucking kidding me? You just couldn’t stop being a whore for a few months, could you? I just wanted to yell those words to her face, see her dumbstruck expression. Maybe even hit her straight across those rosy lips that kept moving when I didn’t really want to hear all of her excuses. She was known to sleep around. Well at least before she got out with me. I always thought that I could change her, and that the fact that she had a boyfriend would bring down her sexual impulses... Or at the least, that they would be focused towards me, not other guys.
I pushed up, getting to my feet. I had enough of her plaintive voice. I was feeling sick to my stomach and I just wanted to go out. Stephanie was still talking, explaining things I didn’t want to have an explanation for.
“Stop speaking for two seconds. Really, I don’t have to hear all of your bullshit. All that’s important right now is that you’ve laid on your back like a whore.” She didn’t say anything, but she looked away, sniffling.
Fuck, if she thought that crying would soften me, she was wrong. “I need air. Don’t follow me, don’t even call me. I don’t care about your sorry ass excuses.” I walked to the door, and when I opened it, I wasn’t surprised to see that the guy that had opened the door earlier was still there, leaning against the wall opposite of the room.
My hand went up at amazing speed, and connected with his face in a matter of seconds. I didn’t even think, only did whatever I thought this guy deserved. I felt my lips curl up in a sort of smile, and watched over him for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling that was spreading inside of me. Pure rage was running in my veins, making me feel dizzy and strong and enraged. Like I could take on the world, kill someone on the way even.
“Brady! What did you...?” She shrieked. I wouldn’t call her by her name from now on, she didn’t deserve it. I ignored her and went down the stairs, going around people, trying to avoid my friends. I didn’t want to see any of them right now. I went straight for the keg, taking a big cup of beer and drinking it all in a gulp. People around me clapped, hooting at me, and my hand grabbed my empty cup, pulverizing it my in palm. I left the room as fast as I had entered it and went straight to my car. My plan was clear in my head. Go home, pack, and leave this sorry ass town. I had wanted to leave for a while, but never got the guts. My friends were here, my girlfriend too. But now, when this slut had ruined it all, I didn’t have anything to keep me back.
The tires screeched when I left, leaving black marks against the pavement, as black as my heart felt.
Goodbye fuckers, my last thought aimed towards the house. A house I would never see again.
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