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“I am not ugly!”
“Says who, your parents? They’re supposed to say stuff like that.”
She gasped again before screaming, “I hate you!”
“Yeah, well it’s mutual. Here, I’ll help you cut your hair.”
“Get away from me!”
I was about to intervene, but Skyler beat me to it. I wish I could say I felt bad for her, but the only thing I was grateful for…
Well at least it wasn’t me today.
Harley: 0
Jackson: 1
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CAMILA
Now
Later that day, I headed straight home from the Pierces.
Exhausted from the week and ready to change into jammies, watch TV, and chill. I was in the mood for some chick-flick drama. You know the kind that made you re-evaluate life and think love at first sight wasn’t just a fairytale they sold to the masses.
I hadn’t been in a relationship since Sean, and I wouldn’t exactly call that a healthy one. We’d always had problems, standing on two opposite ends of the spectrum of life.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved him, but I guess you could say I was never head over heels in love with him. He was the only man I’d ever been with, romantically and sexually. Though he was never there for me emotionally or mentally. He didn’t know how to be those things, nor did he care to try.
He was a man in many aspects of life, except when it came to what I needed and wanted. He was a child. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss him. Because I did.
I was lonely.
I missed the companionship, a man on top of me, skin on skin contact. Sex was never our problem, most days you couldn’t drag us out of the bedroom. However, that was never enough. I was never enough.
Our relationship was never enough for him.
He ran around on me more times than I care to remember. Several times I caught him mid-act.
What does that say about me?
I gave him all I had, and it was never good enough.
“Baby, you’re my queen. I love you. You know that.”
“You love me so much you decided to fuck the girl next door?”
“I’m a man, baby. I got needs.”
I don’t know what made me think about Sean, maybe it was the fact that all I saw all day long were pictures of the Pierces, living their happily ever after through images on the walls and when I pointed them out to Journey.
Their walls were filled with memories of happiness and better times. The way Dr. Pierce looked at his wife in those photos were scenes right out of romantic movies. A picture was worth a thousand words, and theirs spoke volumes.
I wanted a love like that.
One made out of trust, devotion, and respect.
