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My anger boiled over. "You had your chance, Dax," I hissed, my voice trembling with suppressed fury. "Your cruelty and disregard shattered her heart beyond repair!"
He chuckled, a hollow sound devoid of warmth. "Oh please, don't play the saint. Tresa was hardly an intellectual powerhouse," he dismissed with arrogant disdain. "And besides, she wasn't even my type."
His words stung, a cruel reminder of the torment he had inflicted not only on Tresa, but on me as well. "Then why date her?" I demanded, my voice laced with a mixture of anger and bewilderment.
"Entertainment," he replied with a cold indifference that sent shivers down my spine. "She was quite the amusement, I must admit."
He cast a fleeting glance towards Tresa, who had finally stopped dancing and was now drowning her sorrows in one shot after another. My heart ached for her, knowing that if she overheard his words, they would break her spirit completely.
"So you used her," I stated, my voice barely above a whisper.
He shrugged again, his nonchalance infuriating. "There was nothing to use her for. She held no value in my life, so what would I have used her for?"
His words were a punch to the gut, a stark reminder of the darkness that resided within him. Thankfully, Tresa wasn't present to hear her ex's callous disregard for her. I knew, without a doubt, that his words would shatter her remaining hope and leave her drowning in a sea of despair, I guess.
"You cheated," I spat, the word dripping with venom. "Don't try to sugarcoat it, Dax."
He scoffed, a flicker of defiance in his eyes. "Semantics, Skye. I simply... explored other options while we were involved."
"Despicable," I hissed, the word leaving my lips before I could contain it.
Dax, never one to back down, countered with a sneer, "And you, Skye, are quick to judge. You see only the surface, the fact that I ended things with your precious Tresa, without considering the bigger picture, the consequences for others."
Confusion and frustration warred within me. "What do you mean?" I demanded, my voice trembling with suppressed anger.
He rolled his eyes, a gesture that only fueled my fury. "It's simple, Skye. You judge me solely based on my actions towards Tresa, blind to the impact my choices have on other girls."
My fists clenched involuntarily. "Then tell me, Dax," I pressed, my voice laced with steel. "What is the real reason? Why do you treat girls like disposable objects?"
He sighed, a heavy sound that spoke of a darkness beneath the surface. "Listen, Skye," he began, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I don't date girls with the intention of building a future, a marriage, a happily ever after. I date them for my own fleeting satisfaction, nothing more."
Disgust washed over me like a tidal wave. "You use them for sex," I clarified, my voice barely a whisper.
He met my gaze with a chilling indifference. "Precisely."
"But you said it was temporary, Dax," I reminded him, my voice shaking with disbelief. "You led Tresa on for three years. Doesn't that count for something?"
His smugness was infuriating. "We broke up several times during that period," he dismissed dismissively. "She just kept coming back, offering me what I desired."
My voice quivered with barely restrained rage as I tried to comprehend his twisted logic. "So, let me get this straight," I spat, the words laced with venom. "You liked Tresa because she readily offered herself to you?" The thought of Tresa's vulnerability in his presence made my stomach churn. She had confided in me about his relentless demands, leaving me with a sense of disgust and protectiveness towards her.
A hint of smugness crept into Dax's voice. "She knew how to satisfy me," he boasted, his words echoing in the dimly lit club like a cruel taunt.
I shifted the conversation, unwilling to descend further into the depths of his depraved mindset. "And what about the emotional aftermath for these girls? Do you ever spare a thought for their pain?"
Dax smirked, his callous indifference further fueling my anger. "Skye, their feelings are not my concern. They are nothing but instruments for temporary pleasure, nothing more."
His casual cruelty left me speechless. The mask of the charming, popular boy had finally slipped, revealing the ugly truth beneath. He was a predator, preying on vulnerable girls and discarding them like used toys.
But could I blame him entirely? The truth, as painful as it was to admit, glared back at me. Tresa was no innocent victim. She was aware of his reputation, his indifference towards her feelings. He had likely made his intentions clear from the start. Yet, despite the obvious warning signs, she had chosen to remain in his orbit, drawn to the allure of fleeting attention and the illusion of love.
Part of me wanted to lash out, to utter those fateful words - "I told you so" - to Tresa. But the thought of inflicting further pain on her already wounded heart held me back. What good would it serve? It wouldn't erase her pain, it would only deepen the wound.
And ultimately, who was I to judge? Who was I to say that Tresa didn't find solace in the chaos, in the twisted game of love and betrayal she played with Dax? Perhaps, for her, it was a form of self-punishment, a way to numb the pain of deeper wounds.
My heart ached for her, entangled in a web of her own making. Yet, I knew that ultimately, only she could free herself.
He wasn't finished. A sinister smile played on his lips as he continued, "I didn't want to do it all at once. It would be more...satisfying, wouldn't it? To break her heart on Valentine's Day, Christmas, maybe even her birthday. Or perhaps, on the anniversary of her parents' divorce."
