When a Player Meets a Player

Chapter 29

I took one look at his face and felt even more disgusted. Prizing open his arms which circled my waist, I slipped from them and stood up, staring at the sleeping Eddie. He looked so vulnerable... so innocent... boy, was I wrong about him.

I turned and walked into his bathroom, looking around until I found what I was looking for when I spotted it on the shelf above the sink. I picked up the thin blue razor and prized open the top, slipping the blade out like you would do just to change the blade... however that was far from what I was doing this for.

Sitting on the floor, I tried to think of better things to do. I didn't really want to be doing this but I felt so angry... so frustrated. I tried to think of the good things in my life... no I got nothing. The only thing I could actually think about is my boyfriend is the soon-to-be father of my enemy's baby.

So with a quick motion, my thigh was oozing crimson blood. It hurt; I can't deny that but the pain of my upper leg made me forget for the moment about Libbie or Eddie. I did it again and then again until the disgusted feeling was back.

Why? That was the question in my mind.

Is this what my brother had done?

Had he self-harmed over a girl like I was over a boy?

How many times had I thought 'how could he hurt himself just over a girl?'. I remember thinking how stupid it had been and now I was sat on a bathroom floor, cutting my thigh with my own bloody lining my fingertips.

I quickly washed the blood from the razor and inserted it back inside, placing it in the exact same place it had been. Having cleaned off my leg and waited for it to stop bleeding, wasting the time by crying, I wiped my eyes and stood shakily to my feet.

This wasn't like me at all. I was the girl who swore at the headmistress of her boarding school. The player who didn't give a shit about peoples feelings. The girl who had embarrassed and humiliated a number of people without a care in the world.

I was the strong one. The one who didn't give up. The one who was a pro at acting like I didn't care.

I sat back on the floor and cried some more over my shitty life.

The last thing I thought before I fell into a crying mess of my soon-to-be-ex's bathroom floor, you ask?

Karma's a bitch.

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"Tori?!" I opened my heavy lids to see Eddie staring at me. "Tori" He repeated, somewhat calmer to see my eyes opening.

"Eddie" I whispered, reaching a hand up to stroke his cheek in a dazy-like state before I remembered everything. Removing my hand and backing up till my head slapped against the marble of the sink, I retreated from the boy who hours ago, was my only reason for existence.

"What's wrong?" He took a step towards me but I put my hand out to stop him

"Haven't checked your phone then?" I spat

"What? No, why?"

"Go see for yourself and take your time, I won't be bothering you anymore!" I shouted. He went into his bedroom with me on his trail and picked up his phone, reading the already opened message.

His face went blank.

Then it turned to astonishment.

Anger.

Wonder.

Confusion.

And then to an emotion that was purely unreadable. I didn't know what to make of the mixture of emotions that I decided to do with Eddie what I did with my parents.

I put my hands on my hips and sneered.

"I should really be congratulating you" I spat

"I-"

"Save it" I walked from his room and into mine, packing all the things there into my cases. I sat on the edge of the now plain bed and stared around at the bland room that didn't look as homey as it did with all my things in it but I couldn't stay. I had to go and I had to go now otherwise I'd end up running back into his arms.

The same arms that once held Libbie.

I lugged my cases down the stairs and looked around for people but I didn't see any until...

"Whatcha doing?" Robbie said as he emerged from the kitchen with a piece of toast in his mouth.

"What does it look like?" I said, harshly but then regretting it "I'm sorry, I just-"

"Bad night?"

"Worst"

"Wanna talk about it?" I gave him a hesitant look but followed him into the living room and sat opposite him in a chair.

"Well I guess you'll find out soon enough... Your brother got the school slag p-pregnant" He looked taken aback

"Eddie Eddie Eddie" He tutted under his breath as what I said settled in before he spoke again. "I guess you're leaving then?" He asked which is the exact same moment that Eddie burst downstairs just in dark jeans and no shirt. Any other time, I would have said that he had the body of a god but now all I pictured was that bitch with her claws all over him and it disgusted me to even look at him.

"No, she isn't" He spat towards his brother

"Look man, no beef" Robbie said but Eddie ignored him and turned to me with those beautiful eyes of his.

"Please don't, I can explai-"

"I don't give a shit Eddie! I'm going. Please don't ever speak to me again" It hurt me. Physically and mentally hurt me to say this but I had to.

"I can explain, Tori!" The way he said my name made my knee's weak but I held up somehow "Where will you go though?" Tears were thick in his eyes as well as pure worry.

"I don't kn-"

"I do" Robbie cut in as Eddie and I both gave him weary looks "She can stay with me"