Here's the next theme! I decided to do some femslash for this chapter, since I've already done het and slash.

Pairings: One-sided Velvet SkyxAngelina Love (could be viewed as friendship) and Angelina LovexWinter.

WARNING: Femslash and a couple of swear words.

Dislcaimer: Trust me, if TNA belonged to me, Winter would be the Knock-Outs Champion right now.

Velvet Sky POV

~Abandoned~

At first, I blamed the creepy Goth bitch.

Because before she came along, everything was as close to perfect as possible... Angelina was my BFF, the person I loved more than anybody else in the world. We were the Beautiful People, the queens of TNA, the crem de la crem.

Angelina is beautiful and funny and pretty much perfect. And she was mine, all mine. We shared everything- secrets and clothes and everything in between. And, at first, I thought it would always be that way: Velvet and Angelina, Velvet-Love Entertainment, together forever and always.

Then the Goth bitch came in and fucked up my life.

At first, I never saw her. I honestly thought that Angelina was going crazy because of it. She was always looking over her shoulder, jumping whenever she saw a shadow, yelping whenever anyone touched her. The look in her eyes was sort of like a frightened animal's, all trapped and afraid and worried. And, yeah, it made me sick, but what the hell could I do?

Usually, when I got really pissed, I blamed Winter for it all. Because if she was less insane, if she wasn't hellbent on stealing Angelina from me, we'd still be The Beautiful People- maybe we'd even be the Knock-Outs Tag Team Champions. And everything would still be perfect.

At first, honestly, I thought Winter was just out to get me for some reason. Maybe she was jealous because I'm hotter than her, or maybe some other bitch hired her to do it. But then, she said something that I never really expected her to say...

"I love her more than you do!"

She had screamed it at me while we were arguing about Angelina (before the zombie spell thing). My jaw had dropped immediately. "What the hell does that mean?"

She rolled her eyes at me like I was stupid. "I know you're her... friend," she'd said, "But I belong with her. I love her, and I want her. And you can't stop us from being together, because whatever I want, I get. Always."

What can I say? I laughed in her face.

I knew Angelina wasn't playing for that team, so to speak, so I didn't worry so much. I thought, this emo lesbo is not serious! She's totally batshit crazy... I mean... Seriously? Angelina would never just abandon me like that.

Looking back, I laugh at how naive I was.

And now, I don't blame Winter. I blame Angelina.

She had a choice. She didn't have to go off with Winter, or at least, not after the zombie-spell-whatever-it-was had been ended. She could have picked me...

Instead, she left me all alone, stranded. Forgotten. She abandoned me like a teenage mother abandoning her child on the doorstep of an orphanage. Years of friendship, and she tossed it aside for some British girl with Gothic clothes.

Or maybe... maybe it was all my fault. Maybe I should have believed her when she first told me about Winter... Maybe I should have tried harder to get her back... Maybe I should have never stopped trying at all.

Or maybe Angelina's just a traitor. Maybe I have a right to be feel alone and abandoned and forgotten...

After all, in my position, could you have done anything differently?

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