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Betrayal is the only truth that sticks –Author Miller

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Kim's POV

Twenty minutes later, I could no longer deny what I had seen. It was possible the worst thing to happen ever. My heart shattered into a million pieces.

I could've just pretended, pretended to not have seen it. I could've just ignored it, but what good would that have done? It still would've happened.

Bryce Roman had written another Fangl Warden novel.

Since when was a trilogy not enough? Why did everyone have to hop aboard the Saga Train? There's a point in every story where it just needs to stop.

I read the back. It looked like crap, and it would probably only take me three nights to read. I bought it anyways.

I probably could've spent another hour in that bookstore, but that wasn't why I was in Port Angela's anyways.

I was there for my bi-annual wardrobe replacement surgery. Technically I was seven months early, but I really wanted some nice clothes for when I finally agreed to go out with Jared.

The idea still made me squeal a little on the inside. I was finally going to go out with a boy. But not just any boy; one who could make me laugh and smile, who was super hot, and who, most importantly, really cared about me.

And if Myra didn't like it, she could-

Well, that part still shook me; losing Myra. But the whole 'I'm ditching my best friend, Myra, for some guy' was starting to seem more like 'Myra was blowing the whole thing out of proportion from the start and she's the one who ruined our friendship'. I shouldn't've had to be chasing her around when I hadn't even done anything wrong...yet.

But the operation was not going well. My vitals were down, meaning I hadn't even bought one thing yet, except the book. Also, I was hungry.

Something about the next restaurant I passed caught my attention. I was probably underdressed, but my failure at shopping during the day had left me with enough money for a nice meal. Besides, if I didn't spend it, I'd just have to give it back to my mother at the end of the day.

The waitress approached me as soon as I entered, "Oh, look who's back. You know how long it's gunna take me to clean that-"

She was interrupted when the hostess pulled her aside. "It's not even the same girl you moron!" Then she turned to me, "Table for one?"

How strange.

"No, I think I'd better just leave," I responded, still confused about why the other waitress had been so mad at me.

"Oh," the disappointment in her voice sounded fake, "are you sure?"

Maybe it was rude, but I turned around and left without answering.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was my mother.

"Hi honey. I'm almost in Port Angela's. Where are you?"

"I'm just across the street from that shoe store you really like."

"Kay, hun, I'll be there in two minutes."

When her car pulled up I hopped into the passenger seat.

"Kim?"

"Yeah?"

"Is that that Jared boy's truck?"

I turned my head back to the parking lot of the restaurant. I told her it was and asked how she'd known.

"Well, he's been parked in front of our house enough times that I should."

Great. I'd really hoped that she hadn't noticed that.

"Is that why you were over by that restaurant? Out with Jared? You know, you could've called me and told me not to come and gotten a ride home with him. I wouldn't've minded."

I let out an annoyed sigh, and turned up the music, which turned out to work against me, because it was on the classical/annoying clarinet music channel; my mom's favourite.

I tried to tune it out as best I could.

By the time we drove into La Push I could no longer take it. "Mom, I'm going to walk from here kay?"

She looked concerned and a little confused, but agreed.

Without the ringing of evil harpies screaming into my ear, the questions rolled in; was that really Jared's truck? What was he doing at a fancy restaurant? Was he with his friends? A girl? Why was that waitress yelling at me? Did she mistake me for someone else?

The only one I knew for sure was that it really was Jared's truck at that restaurant. But that didn't even have to mean that it was him there. Maybe he'd lent it to someone.

Passing Myra's house, I noticed no one was home. I'm not sure what compelled me to stay and watch, let alone hidden in the bushes, but nevertheless I did, and nevertheless, I saw when Jared's truck pulled into her driveway, I saw when he walked around the front of the vehicle and let her out, and I saw when he kissed her on the cheek.

After that, the water building up in my eyes kept me from seeing anything else. I really thought that this time was different; that Jared was different. I thought that he'd really meant all the words he'd spoken to me; that they weren't just empty. I ran through the forest to my special place; the beach where Myra and I used to play. We'd had so many memories there, that not even that awful encounter with that awful Jared a week ago could change its importance to me.

I didn't notice until a while after I got there that it was all burnt. Not in the traditional way of course, cause it's tough to burn a beach, but all the trees around it were scorched, and the rocks were covered in ash.

The fact that my safe haven had been ruined kept me from questioning the unlikelihood that it would actually naturally burn like that, and from noticing that there was a message; words carved into the ash on the rock; words that needed to be read; words that, by sitting there and crying, I was effectively erasing.

Should I write another chapter?