would you—?”
“I want you, Holly,” his voice has turned more serious, but he really can’t be, can he? “Last night proved to me that you want me just as much as I want you.”
“No! Last night should never have happened! You tricked me!” I scream down the phone and feel tears beginning to stream down my cheeks. “It was a mistake!”
I hear him taking a deep breath before he speaks again, “You didn’t seem to think it was a mistake when you were laying under me. When I was buried deep inside you, Holly.”
N ausea sweeps through my stomach, and I feel the bile rising in my throat when he says those words to me. I feel dirty. Cheap, “Please. Please don’t tell him. Please, Neil?” I plead with him through my sobs. “Please?”
“I wasn’t planning on telling him,” his voice has softened and a huge wave of relief washes through me. “ You are .” A silence takes over for a few brief moments before he speaks again. “Just end things with him and then we don’t have to hide our feelings for each other anymore.”
“Feelings? The only thing I feel for you right now is hatred!” I spit in response. “He’ll never forgive you for this. Never!”
Another harsh sound travels through the phone, “Bro’s before hoes, Holly. Bro’s before hoes.”
I immediately snap my cell closed and throw it across my room before resting my head in my hands.
Sitting down on my bed, my eyes land on the gift that Brandon bought for me for our two month anniversary. Removing the gift wrap and opening the red, velvet box, my eyes begin to glaze over when I see a silver, heart-shaped locket necklace inside, with the word ‘ Love’ engraved on the back.
Fallen
Holly
I hear my cell beeping on the pillow beside me and reluctantly open my eyes while letting out a sigh. I reach over and see another message flashing on the screen for my attention. I wish he would just leave me alone.
Meet with me.
The irony.
I had my doubts on whether Brandon could ever be faithful, and all the while, I end up being the one to risk our relationship, to jeopardize everything we have for some … for some stupid, stupid mistake that got out of hand.
He won’t stop. I’ve told him that what happened between us on Saturday will not be repeated, but he won’t accept it. He won’t listen. He tricked me. Every time my cell rings and his name appears on the screen, my whole body fills with anxiety. The only good thing is that I’ll only have to put up with it for a few more days. He and Ryan are flying to Europe first thing on Monday morning, and then things can get back to how they were before. At least, I hope they can.
Knock. Knock.
“Who is it?” I ask, keeping my eyes fixated on the ceiling above my bed.
“Brandon’s here, ” Rachael speaks quietly as she peeks her head around my bedroom door. “ Again .”
I close my eyes and feel like pretending I didn’t hear her. He’s been calling several times a day and showing up at the house ever since Sunday, “Can you tell him that I’m busy with school work or something?” I can’t face him, not after betraying him the way I did.
She walks in and closes the door before coming to sit down on the edge of my bed, “But you’re not and he knows that you haven’t been in school all week. Holly, you haven’t even been out of the house since, when? Sunday? Look. Is this about what happened on Saturday?”
“What?” My eye s widen and I swallow hard when I sit up abruptly and look at her.
“I’d be upset, too, Holly. But, don’t you think you should maybe put the poor guy out of his misery already?”
Does she know? I haven’t told a soul about what happened on Saturday night, not even Naomi. Unless … Neil. No. No, he wouldn’t have. Feelings of both anger and guilt begin to flare up from deep within me, and it takes all of my strength not to break down in front of her and admit to what I did.
“If you’re done with him then you need
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