Lend Me Your
Heart
Fifty-Five
Zach’s POV
I looked to my side and saw Erica standing next to me.
She was tall enough that I didn’t have to look down to talk
to her, like I had to with Layne.
“How did it feel?” she asked, raising a sharp
eyebrow.
“What?” I asked, confusion clear across my face.
“You did break up with her, didn’t
you?” she asked in that annoying little voice she used all
the time.
“Yeah,” I told her, looking down and then back up
into her almost black eyes. “You…you think I did the
right thing, don’t you?”
“Of course you did, sweetie,” she said, pouting her
bubblegum pink lips.
It was kind of gross how you could see where her orange makeup
ended right before the top of her lip.
“Layne will thank you when she’s safe and happy with
someone new,” she said, nodding her head in
reassurance.
Suddenly, I had a quick flashback of sleeping with a girl who
looked exactly like her at this very house just a few months
ago.
Should I ask?
Well, I could always just say, Sorry, I’m a bit
drunk.
“Did I sleep with you?” I asked, my words slurring
together a little.
Her jaw clenched and her lips twisted in anger.
I guess I asked the wrong question.
“You f*cking b*stard,” she sneered, giving me a
pathetic b*tch slap across the face. “You’re a man
wh*re. We already went over this, like, a few months ago. I
mean, seriously. Sleeping around while you had a
girlfriend? That’s sickening.”
“Actually, no,” I said innocently, shaking my head.
“I slept with you before I met Layne, which reminds
me…how come I took your advice to break up with her?
Sorry. I’m a bit drunk.”
Okay, I was really drunk.
“Oh,” she laughed bitterly. “You made the right
choice, trust me. Aiden would be so f*cking proud, you
f*cking murderer.”
Just because I was drunk doesn’t mean I couldn’t
comprehend what she was saying to me.
In fact, I heard her loud and clear.
“Keep Aiden out of this,” I hissed pushing her
away.
Her eyes softened a little and she didn’t say anything
after that, so I figured she was done.
I was still angry, though.
I suddenly felt enraged; not just about Erica, but about Aiden,
my mother, and especially Layne.
I swallowed angrily and smashed my beer bottle on the ground,
causing people to turn heads and quiet down.
Erica looked at me with shocked, scarred eyes and started to back
away.
“I don’t deserve this. Nobody deserves
this,” I said in a strained voice.
“Hey man,” one of my football buddies said beside me,
placing a hand on my shoulder to steady me.
I was getting dizzier and dizzier by the second.
“Let me give you a ride back,” he said.
It was the first nice thing anyone (besides Layne) had done for
me since Aiden died.
Sorry if this chapter doesn't
make sense :/
I was really tired when I wrote it and I didn't really know
how to fix it.
takemetoneverland* · 1 decade ago
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More ? ITs ABSOLUTELY AMAZING as always lovely . Have a great new year lovely !
:D