The numb feeling was spreading like ice through the young girls body. It was burning in her blood and she just sat there, staring at something that didn't exist and trying to make sense of everything that had happened up until this point. As she thought over the course of actions that had brought her to this crossroad her body began to tremble with unshed tears and and her muscles tighten with bottled up fury.
She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, and she most certainly wanted him to pay. But she couldn't do that, she was too weak to do that, he had proven it. Why would he do this to her? Why was she so naive to be tricked by that devious bastard? But of course, the whole thing had seemed too good to be true from the beginning, she just hadn't wanted to believe what everyone had been telling her for so long.
She could still feel the aftershock of the pain she had felt when she walked into the room and saw him and Marcie Miller, of all people, tangled up on his couch and doing something Patch had always said he would never think of doing with anyone else anymore since he met Nora.
What a lieing, cheating bastard. He knew how to play with your heartstrings and then cut them off entirely, one by one. He had succeeded in breaking her and she just couldn't take the pain.
She was half-way home, she recognized the street, but she couldn't take another step. She collapsed to her knees and allowed her head to fall into her hands and one sob to escape her before she closed her lips tight. Holding it in hurt more than letting it out. She felt as if she was being tore apart from the inside, a river of lava flowing through her entire body, igniting every sense and burning ten-fold. It hurt so much, but it reminded her of why this would never happen again.
Vee had been right the entire time, Patch Cipriano was nothing but trouble.