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“Yeah you should go,” I grit through my teeth as I step out of my alfredo covered heels

“Call me later, Justin” He has the nerve to smile at him as he wipes his lips

I snap out of h deep down I know I’et I hit hi, “Whore Skank Office slut,” until Justin pulls me off him He’s lucky I didn’t put an eye out or stab him in the balls

The ry at Justin, his skank, my dad…but mostly I’m mad at myself

I’ht inexcuses for Justin’s behavior It’s like he wanted to get caught

Maybe he did

Reluctantly, I follow him inside of our apartment that we have shared since I moved out of my mom’s place

Only right now it doesn’t feel much like home

“Listen, to me, Hattie I’m sorry”

“You’re sorry, Justin! Are you shitting ht now?! You knohat—I don’t need this Not froo down ondown behindme but it’s too little too late

Pushing hiet any more of my tears The one constant I have had in my life was his love and now he’s ripped that away from me with a weak temptation

I start shovingNothing reallyout of here and far away froht now It hurts toodeep init permanently in two pieces

I head into the bathroo, Hattie? Where will you go?”

“Why do you care? You sure as shit didn’t care where I hile you were fucking that skank behindand zip it up Time to wrap this up Years of ive me