it's all complicated • ashannie

c a t o r c e

Sometimes we refuse to see how bad something is until it completely destroys us.

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Julianna

"Julianna we need to talk"

"What's up babe?"

"Remember Jenna, Jenna Ortega?"

"How could I forget her, what about her?"

"Well I may or may not of gotten her pregnant"

"You What?! Asher what the fuck!"

"Look Jules I don't know how it happened she told me just today!"

"You don't know how it happened? You fucked her! Behind my back and got her pregnant that's how it fucking happened. How could you do this to me?!"

"Look ever since you got raped you don't want to have sex with me! Julianna I need attention too! I needed you and since you wouldn't give me any well she called and we slept together! Listen I'm sorry!"

"Oh you're sorry? You think sorry cuts it?! And maybe I didn't want to have sex with you because I still have nightmares about what happened with isaak!"

"Look you're getting mad at me for sleeping with her but don't you remember your slut self went and slept with your best friends brother behind my back! You cheated first you useless whore!"

"Stop calling me that!"

"That's what you are Julianna! You're a spoiled useless whore! You throw yourself at every boy that comes your way! Heck maybe Isaak didn't rape you and you just lied about it, because that's what you are a liar and a fucking slut!"

"Really? That's what I am!? Then why the fuck are you still with me?! Huh?! You can fucking leave to your baby momma I'm sure she fucking needs you! Heck go fuck her as many times as you want! At least she can give you what you want! Because she's not a slut or a whore like me!"

"Fine I'll leave! But when I come back I want you gone Julianna! Gone!"

"Oh I'll be long gone!"

"Good, now goodbye you whore!"

He slams the door shut and I collapse onto the floor.

Sobs fill the whole apartment.

I am a slut

I am a whore

He didn't want to have a family with me but he did with her.

He wants me gone and I'll grant him his last wish.

I made my way to our bedroom, I opened up our closet.

I pulled out my prom dress, oh how I loved and hated that night.

I felt gorgeous in that dress.

But I also felt miserable.