48 | Silent Cry

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The story Jake has told me is insane. I feel like a hammer just hit me right on my head because it fucking hurts right now.

How can I believe that Camila is the one who has stabbed me behind my back? Did she really betray me?

And has Jake been on my side this entire time? Hell, from what I've heard, he even manipulated the woman who messed with me to get the fuck out of my life.

"You know what, Vaughn?" Jake hisses. "The moment I heard about the rumors between you and Melanie, I wasn't furious like the way I used to be when I heard about some guy trying to be with her. No, I wasn't. In fact, I was thrilled. Thrilled that she finally found someone who was worthy enough to deserve her. Thrilled that it was you, my best friend."

I stare at him like the dumb person that I am. Jake's eyes are filled with fury. I've never seen him so consumed by anger before.

"I'd never entrusted Melanie to any man, until you came up," he says, his jaw tightening. "I thought you were just the perfect man she needed. I thought you could make her happy, cherish her, protect her. But how wrong I was, because Goddammit Vaughn, you tore her heart apart like it's a piece of trash!" he roars.

Hearing those words make me shaking in anger too. But no, I'm not mad at him. I'm mad at myself.

Jake shakes his head in disbelief, his eyes piercing right through me. "It's over, Vaughn. It's over. If I ever see you near Melanie again, you're dead. And I'm going to make sure that I would kill you myself. Don't you ever fucking dare to get to her again." The last sentence is said slowly and very clearly.

I expect that he would punch me in the face, but then he just storms outside the door and leaves. It's funny because a while ago, it was me who wanted to beat him into a bloody pulp.

I'm still unable to move an inch when the person who is responsible for all of this steps out of my bedroom.

Camila.

"Can you tell me what the fuck has just happened?" I bite out, my fist shaking with rage. I don't even need Jake to show me all the proofs because, from the way he spoke to me, I know damn well that he wasn't lying.

But Camila doesn't waver, as if she has expected that it would turn out like this. Like sooner or later, I would have discovered the truth.

"Jake's right," she says, her voice small. "I was in love with him."

I've never been so mad my entire life that I feel like I can destroy everything within my sight right now. Including her. Especially her. "Camila," I hiss. "Don't mess with me--"

"Jake hurt me, okay?" she defends herself. "I was so hurt and broken and lost after he trashed me. Did you know how I got this child?" Her voice is shaking now. "I'd never felt so low my entire life. I'd lost myself when a customer at the bar approached me. I let him touch me, fuck me without protection, and now I'm stuck with this baby!" she cries.

I look at her in disgust. Yeah, right. Like I fucking care now. The only thing I feel pity for is the baby.

"You love Jake, huh?" I scoff. I don't feel any pain. All I can feel is just this burning rage inside my chest. "Then why --"

"Oh come on, Vaughn." It's her turn to scoff now. She shakes her head in disbelief. "Do you actually think I could fall in love with a poor man like you?"

Now that catches me off guard. What-the-actual-fuck--

"You know how I have to struggle for a living," she barks. "I have to juggle my activities as a college student and a dance performer to top up my loans so that I can pay the goddamn expensive tuition fees. A guy like you is not in the picture for me, Vaughn. While I'm struggling to get jobs done in God knows how many clubs and bars for money, the only thing I find nice of you is this comfortable apartment!"

Again, I'm at loss for words. Dancing in various places for money? But I thought that she loved dancing. I thought that she loved what she did.

So this bitch here apparently falls for the rich Cassanova that is Jake Spencer. I can't be more disgusted with her.

How could I even love this person in the first place? I was fucking stupid. I was blind.

"So why did you come back to me?" I ask through gritted teeth even though I already know the answer. "To spit at Jake?"

She stays silent for a while, her body shaking with anger as well, although I don't know why she even feels that way. She basically fucks herself up. She shouldn't be blaming anyone for what happened to her.

"Of course, it's one of the reasons. I wanted to destroy him for breaking my heart." She smiles, and I've never seen a person so ugly. "But it's because of you too. I heard rumors between you and his sister. Some people saw you together quite often."

Now, I'm trying my best not to lash out. Blood rushes to every vein in my body as I wait for her to speak about Melanie. Her name shouldn't even come out from this bitch's filthy mouth.

"How come you forgot me so easily, Vaughn?" she yells, raising her chin. "How come you moved on from me so quickly once that spoiled brat entered your life?" Staring at me in disbelief, she shakes her head before she speaks again, "It's not fair. That girl already has everything in the cards for her. She already lives such a comfortable life without even having to move a finger. She has plenty of money, good academic records, a nice family, a loving brother and a perfect boyfriend. For God's sake, she cannot have everything--"

I throw my fist onto the wall, making it crack as she jumps in fear. I don't care that my knuckles are bleeding, because I can no longer feel anything. "Do not speak of Melanie," I warn her, each word laced with venom. "How come I moved on, you asked? You're the one who cheated on me with my best friend!" I roar.

A tear falls from her eye, but I know that it's not because of guilt. It's because of fear. She finally realizes that I can hurt her now. I can even kill her if it's not because of the baby.

"I've got enough shit going on since you came back, Camila," I say, my voice cold as ice. "Why don't you do me a favour and stay out of my sight like you used to do? You're so smart in doing that kind of thing, aren't you?"

Her sobs start to break. "You don't know how hard my life has been for these past few months. I don't have any proper place to live while still carrying this child. I can't go back to my family because they will dismiss and abandon me once they see me pregnant--"

"And what makes you think that I wouldn't abandon you?" I cut her off with a scoff. "As far as I remember, that child is not mine."

A smirk touches my lips as I see her shedding more tears. The only thing that prevents me from choking her to death is the fact that she's pregnant. Fucking pregnant.

"Now leave," I command, and when she still doesn't move, I eye her menacingly. "Leave," I hiss.

Her sobs echo as she slowly walks out of my apartment. I grit my teeth and clench my fist. My chest tightens. No matter what, I can't deny the fact that Camila has won.

Because I've hurt Melanie. I've spat at Jake like Camila wanted me to.

I've lost Melanie, the girl who has naively given her heart and body to me. The girl who actually really loves me because of who I really am.

And finally, I cry.


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