Pain. A knife slicing through the blue blood-pumping strings in your wrists isn't half as much pain as seeing your best friend, the love of your life, on top of someone else. On top of a girl; were you too manly for him, you think? Were you not special enough, did you deserve this? Your jaw can't drop any further than it already has; you start feeling sore in the back of your mouth, but you can't seem to close it. The same mouth he was passionately digging his tongue through the night before, is causing you more pain than it ever did lust. You want to look away, go into your bedroom, and take a nap, pretend it never happened, and wake up to him, your Jamie, lying beside you, his chest heaving as he breathes in and out. You want to put your head on his chest, and hear the heart that beats only for you, you, and not this other bitch! But you can't seem to look away from the site, your boyfriend pumping himself in and out of Jennifer1, who seemed to be unattached from her other two minions long enough for a quick fuck. She sees you in the doorway, and smirks, knowing it's one thing to reject you, but another to cause this unfaithfulness between you and James only a few months later. He hasn't noticed your presence yet, and it's been minutessecondshours since you walked in on this atrocity. You feel yourself starting to flashback to the moment you entered his and Kendall's bedroom to see him getting off on this bitch. You stop yourself in time, and take your helmet off your head. It's the only thing you have on you, so you'll have to live without it, at least until you come back to pick it up later. It wasn't something you would enjoy doing, it was something you had to do, to get this cheater to notice your presence. You wind back, and hurl the head protection at James, who slows down his thrusts, and turns to acknowledge your presence in the room. When he sees your tear-stained face on your short, but slightly built frame, your caramel, soft, innocent face painted with tears, and your eyes refilling, and then dumping droplets every second. You make sure you give him a good, hard look, before running out of the bedroom. You hear Jennifer shout, "Hey! Get back here and fuck me!" as you hear footsteps pounding the ground behind you.

"Carlos! Baby, please, I didn't mean to! I can explain, I swear!" he screeches, you hear breaking in his voice. You stop for a second, and turn around. The bastard didn't bother putting any clothes on, or even trying to cover up, when he knew Mama Knight or Katie could come in at any second.

"J-j-just leave m-me alon-ne!" You stutter, your voice a shaking earthquake. "I'm s-sorry I wasn't-t enough f-for you! L-logie w-was r-right! Y-you are a-a b-bad b-boy f-friend!" You barely say, stepping backwards, before turning and aiming to run up the stairs. Your sense of direction is even more confused than usual, as you miss one of the top steps, and tumble down the stairs, landing at James' feet. You look up, slightly fuzzy for a second, until you once again see the naked teen standing above you.

"Carlos! Are you okay?" he said, shocked, reaching a hand down to help pull you up. You ignore the gesture, and scream,

"I'd be better if it wasn't for you!" as you try to run up the stairs again, only this time, running headfirst into the side of the stairs. Without your helmet, you hit the same spot as before on your already-bruised head, and start to stagger backwards. You fall, slipping on the kitchen tile, and the side of your head crashing into the counter, before bouncing back onto the ground.

"Carlos!" you hear your disloyal boyfriend scream, and then everything goes black.

Okay, should I make this a two-shot or a chapter story? I have a lot of plot twisting ideas, but if my writing here is terrible, please tell me so I don't make a fool out of myself trying to turn this into a long story!

1 Blonde Jennifer, in case you were wondering.