Chapter 1
My POV
And there he was. On the couch. The same fucking couch we had laid on together. But he was with another girl. It was like he had forgotten I was even in the room across from him. Fuck.
How the hell could he? Oh, I hated him so much right then.
I had heard screams from his room, which was across from mine in the hotel we were crashing at. He had given me his key card ("Just take it, Megan, you're in here all the time anyway."), so I was able to get in and see what was happening. As soon as I opened that door the inch that I had, I froze, completely and utterly shocked at what I found. God, he was fucking eating her face off. I refrained from yelling at him with great difficulty. An eternity later, or what seemed like it, I was able to shut the door and run back to my room.
I don't know how long I stood against my hotel door, breathing like I had run a race and cursing his name to hell. How could he? I mean, sure he had groupies after him. I never said he didn't. But I just thought he loved me. I suddenly felt dirty. Unclean. Unworthy. I managed to get myself into my bathroom where I leaned against the wall opposite the door. And I cried. Fucking bawled. I felt my eyeliner burning at my eyes, and I squeezed then shut even tighter. It was entirely his fault.