Happy Christmas!!! I know the story isn't a happy christmas but remember it's set on the 20th, so christmas in this story is yet to come.
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I swallowed hard as I saw this and a huge lump grew in my throat. I wanted to gag.
I felt so sick.
I stood there frozen in time, was I seeing this for real?
Everyone was silent, watching me but I ignored them, they were nothin, Vaughn and Sabrina didn't look at me at all.
Questions ran across my head with no answers.
Many emotions shot through me all at once.
Hurt, anger, calmness, happiness, sadness, anger and then shorty afterwards and for longer, pain.
Tears prickled in my eyes, a little squeak escaped my mouth but I clamped it shut to stop loud sobs coming from it.
That's when tears started to stream down my face and soak my hands.
My head didn't have control of me anymore and my heart had broken and shattered.
I stormed out the mansion, barging through everyone, I couldn't run yet I tried.
"Chelsea!" I heard Mirrabelle call but I wasn't listening.
When I got out I took off my shoes so that I could freely run.
I got just past the pet shop, then I broke down on the ground.
My hands cupped my face while I cried and cried.
It felt like a knife had been jabbed though my chest and I felt like fire somehow or the other. A hand came down on my shoulder.
"Chelsea..." a velvet voice whispered. Vaughn's.
Anger washed over the pain, I reacted quickly ending up about 5 paces away from him.
"Get the hell away from me!" I screamed at him.
I knew that his 'sympathy' was an act, his face also looked angered.
"What? So your angry because I chose someone else and not you? I have my own life."
"You so damn thick you know! It's nothing about HER! Don't you get it!" I yelled, blood was boiling inside me.
"No. I don't. So get it over with. Tell me." His voice lowered only a fraction.
"That's how much of an asshole you are, you don't even know why or how you've upset me."
"Then tell me." He bellowed.
"No. Until you can understand why and how you've upset me this way, I don't want to talk to you and look at you. I don't even want to be in the same room as you."
I lowered my voice right down.
"You've torn me apart Vaughn and you don't even understand..." Tears welled in my eyes again. "Have a good Christmas..."
The pain and sadness trimphed over my anger.
Then I started crying again.
"Vaughn!" Julia came running down the road.
She slowed as she got to him and gave him one hard slap across the face.
"How could you do that to Chelsea, knowing full well how she feels about and that she was going tonight."
There was a silence after that.
"You know Vaughn..." I started, his eyes looked from Juila to me. "I actually thought you loved me..."
"But I don't love you do I" He seemed like he was questioning himself.
"No shit sherlock, I figured that out before you've just told me. Remember!" Once again the anger came back.
I was toggling between sadness anger and pain.
I didn't want to hear anymore, I didn't want to be even more torn up than I already am.
I ran back to my house and locked the doors.
I pratically ripped the bracley off of my wrist and threw it at the back of my bedside table.
Why did this happen? I thought I met the one.
Why why why!
I layed on my bed and sobbed into the pillow.
I cried but I had no tears, I was so hurt.
It felt like a thousand knives stabbing my heart, one after the other and then at the same time.
I was a piece of paper ripped to shreads.
Why...
Don't worry cause every little thing, is gonna be alright.
Until next time.
Do you think I should write the next chapter in Vaughn's POV to see what was going through his mind? You choose.
R+R - what'd ya think?