"You fucking asshole!"
The vase my parents got me for my highschool graduation makes contact with the wall and shatters into tiny pieces. The mint green chips of porcelain scatter on the floor and I stare in horror.
The vase shattered just like my heart.
"Jesus, Courtney! Calm down, quit breaking things!" My boyfriend shouts and brings his hands up to push his, now limp, mohawk up from his face.
Maybe I should call him "ex-boyfriend".
I've already smashed a vase, a framed photo of Duncan and I, and a glass cup that I threw across the room.
"This is all your fault! You've ruined my life!" Tears keep spilling down my cheeks and I run to the closet.
"Court, please, listen to me!" He screams.
When I walk out of the closet, a pile of his clothes overflow in my hands and i throw them onto his face.
He steps back as I throw every piece of clothing in his face, "Just leave! Leave right now, Duncan!"
He stays in the doorway, once I've run out of clothing to pelt him with.
I run up to Duncan and push him back with a force that I thought no one could withhold. He stumbles, but grabs a hold of the doorframe.
"I'm sick, and tired," I pause after every word for emphasis, "of you thinking that I'll just forgive you after breaking me and thinking I'll just forgive you like nothing ever happened."
I sniff and wipe away the tear that has just fallen and turn away from him, "You can't keep doing this to me." I bite my lower lip to keep from sobbing.
Bridgette and I went out to the bar for a drink because I was feeling so tense and I needed to get away from all the pressure. My job, my parent's divorce, and taking my little brother to school every morning since my mother's car got towed, and my father refuses to let her borrow his Mercedes.
"Watch, after tonight, you'll be the most relaxed person in the world. You need this, Court." Bridgette smiles and passes me a glass of margarita. This was a college party, but it was the only place that Bridgette could find that allowed us to drink without getting in trouble with the authorities...secretly that is.
I smile and let out a small chuckle, then bring the plastic cup up to my lips. The sweet drink fills my mouth, and flows down my throat, leaving me sighing with relief.
Bridgette was right. I do need this.
"I can't remember the last time I had a drink." I laugh.
"Well... You're 19 and you're at work all the time. I think it's been a while." She takes a swig of vodka and sighs.
"So how are you and Duncan?" She pops the question that almost every one of my friends ask. None of them really like him and wish I could be with someone else, anybody but him. But it's not my fault I love him.
"We're fine," I circle my index finger around the ring of the cup, "Annoying me as always, but fine." I smile to myself.
"That's awesome," Bridgette flashes a smile. "I think it's pretty cool that Geoff and Duncan are so close, and so are we!"
"Right?" I laugh and she joins in.
"Anyways, so I was at English the other day and I-" Her blue eyes trail off to behind me and I wave my hand in front of them.
"Bridge? What're you..." I swivel around my seat and see a familiar person I know better than anyone.
No. It couldn't be. But it is. Duncan.
He has his arm around a girl's shoulder, I think her name was Gwen. This is making me sick.
"Courtney, I..." Bridgette is speechless. So am I.
Navy blue streaks are dyed into a short haired girl and I automatically know who she is. Duncan cheated on me with her a couple years ago, when we were in highschool. I can't believe he's doing it again.
Tears well up in my eyes and a lump grows in my throat. My heart starts pounding so loud, I can hear it. The blasting music suddenly starts being silenced, and so does everyone's voices. Bridgette is talking to me, but all I see is her lips moving.
A single tear finally falls and my teeth clench together.
"You whore!" Before I know it, my hand grips the girl's short, blue hair and I pull her down onto the wood floor.
"What the hell?!" I hear her scream, but I'm already pounding her head on the floor, over and over again.
"Courtney! Oh my god!" Bridgette runs to the scene and attempts to pull me off of the girl, but I feel someone else's hands on my waist and my legs fling up from around the girl.
"You fucking bitch!" She yells and tries to swing a punch at me, but a guy from the party holds her back as well. Her hair is ruined and tangled and her nose is bleeding. That bitch deserves it.
Duncan's familiar touch drags me to the front door and he lets go of me once we get outside.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Duncan raises his voice and grabs a hold of my wrists.
"What the hell is wrong with YOU?!" I scream and yank my hands away from his grip. My hand slaps his cheek and his mouth gapes open.
"Ow," He quietly exclaims and cringes
"Did you actually think you would get away with this?" I choke and cover my mouth with my shaking hands.
Duncan puts his hands on my shoulders, "Princess, you need to let me exp–"
"Don't touch me!" I push him away from me and I walk back inside the frat house, so I can get my purse which I left on the counter.
When I walk back inside, Bridgette and Geoff are sitting down on the couch, obviously trying to find me. I don't want any attention, so I quietly snatch my purse and turn back to the door. Before I turn, Gwen is sitting at the dining room table with a paper towel dabbed at her nose by one of her friends, while she rakes her pale fingers through her tangled hair.
I see a couple tears in her eyes, and I feel no resentment. I can't even believe I did that to a person.
Once I walk closer to the door, Duncan is still waiting on the porch, so I quickly walk past him and start walking on a sidewalk since I don't have the keys to Bridgette's car.
I haven't stopped crying, and I choke on the lump on my throat that hasn't seemed to go away. Every now and then, the occasional sob bursts out of me as my mind replays the memories of Duncan and I.
Hey guys (:
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It's not going to be all sad all the time (;
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-DHMF