"This was never meant to work," I whispered as my true emotions betrayed me, tears rolling uncontrollably down my face. Rich laughed bitterly, shaking his head.
"You think I don't know that?"
"Why even waste your time then? If you knew it was going to end like this then wh..."
"Because I was stupid enough to think that you'd be different, Elli, that's why," he spat, throwing his hands up in the air and leaning against the wall. The sarcasm thick timbre of his voice was quickly deadened by the sound proofing tiles lining the walls and ceiling of the band room. "I thought, for one second, that maybe you could grow up."
Wiping my cheeks, I stared into Rich's eyes for the last time. "Bastard," I choked, turning on my heel and storming into the hall. Somehow, I got home without killing anyone.
He had taken everything from me: my love, my life, my music. All I wanted right now was to cause him the pain he had caused me. Picking up my phone, I dialed a number I'd grown to memorize over the last few months. Rich's girlfriend, Masie, answered on the second ring.
"This is Masie."
"Masie, its me. Look, I need to talk to you about something."
Twenty minutes later, his life was ruined too.
The qualm of a generation exists in the pain they cause one another.
I hadn't always hated my director, though the same cannot be said for the rest of the band. He was rude, harsh, and unforgiving; qualities that I think made me a stronger musician. In the end, it was some deep seeded masochism that made us fall in love, the same desire that ripped us apart in the end.
My name is Eloisa Reynolds. I am seventeen years old, and live in Staffordshire, England.
For three years, I've been having an elicit affair with my band director.
It ended tonight.