"Candice!" Dean replied as he opened the door.
"I had no place left to go." I whimpered. He soon drew me in and asked me what had happened. After I had explained what I had seen he showed me back into my old room. I laid there on the bed half asleep. He pulled the covers over me and kissed my forehead and that was the last thing I remembered of that night.
I woke up early the next morning, and I tip toed down stairs in search for Dean. I soon heard two voices coming from Dean's office. I crept up to the door slowly.
"I told you I'd get her back." I heard Dean tell whoever was with him.
"How ever did you do it?" The man asked baffled.
"I paid some girl to fall all over him,"
"And that actually worked?"
"Well it wasn't easy, he wasn't even persuaded by her. It was a good thing she kissed him just as Candice came in." He laughed at how lucky he was. " Besides I'm much better for her." I suddenly grew intoxicatingly angry with Dean, but mainly myself. I didn't even listen to Spot's side of the story. It was partly all my fault. I soon opened the door. Dean's face drew a black. He knew I had heard everything.
"Candice...I...What are you doing up?" He asked trying to cover up everything I had heard. The man who he had been talking to slowly crept out of the office.
"How could you?" I replied despising his very nature.
"I only did it because I love you." He pleaded as he walked up to me and held my hand.
"What do you see when you look at me?" I asked. I knew his answer would reveal everything.
"I see a beautiful attractive woman." I couldn't believe all he saw in me was a pretty face.
"Wrong answer." I replied. I snatched my hand from his and walked out the door. I would never walk back into that house again.
