I decided to write this story because it was always my dream to become an author and I was laying bored in my bed 😔
This is my first ever story and I was thinking about publishing this for a long time
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this is a normal childhood besties story.
Just so you know I'm 16 and still go to school that's why the chapters are a little short.
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(Some of the chapters were written before)
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Sophia Villaseca ..
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Evan Russo ..
𝒮𝑜𝓅𝒽𝒾𝒶
"I hate myself!" Damnit, I’ve probably said that a hundred times today alone. I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself, but somehow, I get it. I understand the pain I’m in. Only I know how much this hurts.
MY BOYFRIEND! Just cheated on me with his ex-girlfriend. I can't believe it. How could he? I thought he loved me.
But you know what? I’m happy I kicked him where it hurt. At least I got one thing right today.
“GOD!!” I yell at the ceiling, my voice hoarse with frustration.
I need a drink. No, I need several drinks. I can feel the weight of the betrayal settling in my chest. I can’t believe I trusted him.
I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m walking. Walking away from everything. Maybe to some random bar, maybe not. I just need to escape, to forget. A bar sounds perfect right now. I need a drink and a distraction from that motherfucker who’s already out there living his life like he never mattered to me.
I step into the bar and freeze. "Jesus Christ…" I mumble, taking in the atmosphere. This is not what I expected. The place looks fancy, almost too nice for my mood. It's got dark lighting and rich wood accents. I guess it doesn’t matter.
I wouldn't mind dropping a couple hundred, maybe more, to drown out this pain. It’s Thanksgiving, but what does that matter anymore? It’s just a holiday. It’s just another day without him. Without trust. Without everything I thought was real.
I take a seat at the bar, ordering my drink. The bartender doesn’t look at me like I’m crazy, just another customer. But I’m not just anyone. I’m the girl who just got her heart broken, the girl who's trying to survive this godforsaken night.
I can’t believe I’m drinking alone. I used to do this with him, with my friends. But right now? I’m all alone in this sea of strangers. I don’t want to bother anyone, especially not on a night like this. I’m twenty years old. I can drink, right?
I try to convince myself, but the thoughts keep coming. Fuck! Why am I overthinking? It’s fine. It’s just a drink. I need it. I need it to forget about him, to forget about everything.
Before I know it, the shots start to pile up. I can’t even keep track anymore. It’s all a blur. I just keep drinking, and nothing seems to change. I still feel the same hollow ache in my chest, but at least the world around me starts to blur too.
I feel like I’m about to pass out. Maybe I will. I think I need to. Not yet, though. Not until I forget about him. I need more. More. MORE.
The numbness doesn’t come. The sadness does. The alcohol doesn’t work, but I can’t stop. It feels like I’m sinking deeper with every shot, but I just don’t care anymore.
I can’t cry here. I can’t break down in front of these strangers. No, no. I can’t. But then, it happens. A tear falls, and then another, and another. Before I know it, I’m crying like a child. Loud. Messy. I don’t even realize how much noise I’m making, how many eyes are on me. But at this point, I don’t care. I don’t care about the looks, about the judgments. I just want to cry. I need to cry. I need to get this pain out of me.
Then, out of nowhere, I feel it. A soft weight drapes over my shoulders. It’s warm, comforting, and at first, I don’t understand. A jacket. Someone’s jacket, wrapped around me.
I keep crying, not caring about the fact that I’m probably making a scene. It’s embarrassing. I’ll regret it tomorrow. But right now? Right now, all I can feel is the crushing wave of heartbreak that’s drowning me. More tears. More pain. More crying.
