Not For Him
I used to think that the cup was half full, believing love could in fact happen. I'd even believed I'd found that love, in the Adonis by the name of Reid Garwin. Many people had told me not to fall for him, he'd just break my heart, but I'd just shoo them away, thinking that if he really fell for me, that wouldn't happen.
I then found out they'd been right, with what I thought to be lies, were right, and true. Standing in the middle of his doorway, tears trickling down my face, with a shocked expression, I watched my boyfriend thrust erratically into who I'd thought to be my best friend. Her name was Kira, and though I had many warnings of her being a bitch, I'd never thought it to be true, until now of course.
What caught their attention, was me making a little whimper, and sniffing a little, like when you have a stuffy nose, Kira, I noticed, was smirking at me, and I knew she'd planned this from the beginning. Reid then looked up next, eyes widening, knowing he'd been caught.
"Hailey, it's not what it looks like, she came onto me!" he looked like a deer caught with headlights. Bitterly, I replied, "Really, then maybe you should've been reminded of the girlfriend you used to have!" Angrily, I moved out of the doorway, knowing tears were free-falling into the carpet by now. I didn't even notice I'd left the door to his room open, I just concentrated on running away from the scene that had unfolded onto my eyes, my what used to be my innocent eyes, now clouded with bitter hate. If you could look closely, you could probably see little shards of the remains of my heart though my eyes.
By the time I was at my car, putting the keys into the ignition, here came Reid, running down the stairs, looking flushed, with as what people call, "bed hair". I was ju8st closing the driver's door to my car, when he grabbed onto the car door, making me stop in my persuit of trying to get away. "What, breaking my heart wasn't enough, now you've got to come and rub it into my face about how good of a lay Kira was!? What, the fact that I anted to save myself for marriage mean anything into that small part you call a brain!? Get the fuck out of my face, I hope you're happy." and with that, I slammed the door shut, narrowly hitting Reid's fingers. I'd sped down the Garwin's driveway, knowing I'd need to slow down if I didn't want to be caught without my mother in the car with me.
After that, I skipped school, instead staying in my room, packing the remains of my stuff, including my guitar, my clothes, my collection of stuffed monkeys. I'd taken all of the pictures I had of myself and Reid and burned them in the fireplace. I'd considered throwing the stuffed monkeys he'd gotten me into the fireplace, but my mom said that just throwing the pictures in the fireplace was mature, and throwing the monkeys wouldn't be mature, it'd be like a little kid in Wal - Mart throwing a fit for not getting his or her favorite candy. I was packing because my mom told me that maybe it'd be best if I went to live with my biological father. She said that with my heart, maybe chocolate wouldn't mend my entire heart, almost as if she knew what I went through. Maybe she also went through what I was going through. Looking into my hand, I looked at the flight from Ipswich, Massachusetts, to Columbus, Ohio.
On the plane to the rest of my life, I looked out the window as we flew over Ipswitch, and noticed Spencer Academy standing the highest, with little dots, but I knew they were the students. I thought, 'Here comes Hailey Mitchell, good-bye Reid, you'll never hear from me again.' and with that thought, a silent tear rolled down my eyes, though you'd think my eyes wouldn't have any tears left from them after I'd cried so much over the three days since the incident.