Chapter 31 : The Truth Hurts

After showering, I laid in bed with my pajamas on. It's currently 7:52 pm, the game ended at 7:30. After our team won, Everyone decided to go to a party one of the team players are throwing for their win. Well, everyone except for me.

I am probably the only one who decided not to join them because let's face it, I'm not fit for a party. I know what goes on at high school parties and I am not trying to risk it even though if I were to go, I'd sit in a corner and drink soda or something.

I know, I'm boring.

Hey, but I can relate to Alessia Cara's song here.

I toss and turn on my bed not knowing what to do. All I can think about is my conversation with Damon earlier. I mean, it was the right thing to do. It's just now he hates me again and we're back to square one.

I should tell scarlet.

Or maybe give it some time.

Ugh, I don't know what to do!

How did I even get into this situation?! I mean, everything was fine before and I was perfectly fine loving him from afar. Okay, maybe I wasn't. It was killing me inside, but at least we weren't sneaking around.

I'd rather go back to before he kissed me.

I would seriously do anything to go back in time.

But now I have to deal with the kind of guilt probably for the rest of my entire life.

"You okay?" A voice broke my thoughts and I sat up. Harmony stood at my doorway, peeking in my room.

"Can I be honest?" I asked, huffing.

"Yeah," She walked further into my room, sitting at the edge of my bed.

"Okay, um wait. Shut the door."

"Okay?" She gave me a look before walking back to the door, shutting it and walking back over.

"Spill the tea sister!" She moved up closer.

"You won't get mad will you?" She thought for a second before shrugging her shoulders.

"I probably will, but does it have something to do with me?" I shook my head.

"Then maybe not. It all depends on what it is. If it doesn't concern me, but you don't want me to get mad. Is it that serious?"

"Kinda," I shrugged hesitantly.

"Okay what would you do if, hypothetically, someone you really liked kissed you, but he was dating someone who's really close to you and you let the fling continue knowing it'll hurt the person you're really close too?" I said super fast and she widened her eyes at me, trying to process my rant.

"Okay um, I didn't really understand most of that."

I huffed and fidget with my fingers, "Damon kissed me," I mumbled and stared at my hands.

"Huh? Wanna repeat that again?"

"Don't make me say it again!" I whined.

"When did this happen? How did this happen?!" She whispered-yelled and I took a shaky breath.

"Well, it all started when you were at friends and mom left for work, Damon, Harley, scarlet and I were the only ones in the house. Harley and scarlet went to get food and Damon and I were the only ones home."

"So he just kissed you?"

"Not exactly. He started kissing my neck, leaving hickeys but he never kissed me on the lips, until we both were at scarlets the day she stayed homesick. He drove me home, followed me into my room and the next thing I knew... his lips were on mine."

"Oh my goodness," She mumbled and I slowly looked up.

Her reaction made me feel even more guilty.

"Minnie," She said with disappointment in her voice.

"I know, I'm a bad person. But I stopped it and now he's mad at me."

"Why would he do that to scarlet? She's an amazing person-"

"I know and I'm just as bad for letting it happen knowing it's wrong," I slapped my forehead.

"Are you going to tell her?"

"Should I?"

"I mean, yeah. Even though she'll most likely hate you and will never talk to you again-"

"Not helping!" I whined.

Harmony opened her mouth to speak but before she could get a word out, my bedroom door slammed open and in ran scarlet. She seemed to be in a shocking state of mind. I began to get nervous thinking she may have found out.

"Scar?" Harmony called and she looked at both of us before walking and sitting in between us.

"I think Damon just broke up with me," She said, seeming confused and staring into space.

I gasped and bit my lip really hard, probably causing it to bleed. No, no! This wasn't supposed to happen! I told him not to do this and yet Damon does what he wants.

Well, he has the right to break up with her but I know exactly why he's done it.

"You don't seem to be sad," Harmony said.

"Yeah. Yeah why is that?" She continued staring into space.

"I don't know honey, but did you want it to happen?" Harmony grabbed her hand and glanced at me,

I couldn't do or say anything at the moment, so I grabbed scarlet's other hand.

"Why did he do it?" I asked, my voice low.

"He said he didn't feel the same way I did. That he's thought about someone else. He was drunk, but  drunk words are sober man's thoughts, right?"

"Maybe he didn't mean it, I mean he was drunk," I told her nervously.

"No, He meant it. I could see it in his eyes."

"B-But your Darlet," Harmony said.

"Not anymore."

"After he broke up with me, at first I was angry. Then I may have cried a little, but then I drank a some, got a bit tipsy and made out with Harley," She stared into blank space and harmony and I gasped.

"Ew, you made out with our brother?" She asked in disbelief.

"I don't know what I was thinking? I guess I just wanted to get my mind off of it," She shrugged.

"Scar," I mumbled.

"Hm?" She glanced at me for a second.

"There's something I should tell you and I know you are going to hate me and you have every right to hate me so much," I could barely speak over my trembling voice.

"Damon and I had this... fling?"

"What do you mean?" She faced me and I didn't dare to look into her eyes.

"Damon kissed me and I kissed back. But It didn't stop there. I guess you can say there was a fling between us I guess. It was for a short period of time and I stopped it before it could go too far but-"

"Wait, hold on. You mean to tell me, you and Damon?" I felt her intense stare and wanted to disappear from this conversation.

"I'm sorry," My voice cracked and I felt a few tears slip from my eyelids.

"Harmony could you leave for a minute?" After a few seconds, I heard my bedroom door shut and faint footsteps.

"You know, I've been thinking about my feelings for Damon a lot lately and the only thoughts that's crossed my mind was, He's a great guy and would never cheat. But I don't think I feel the spark I did when we first dated."

She paused.

"I thought maybe that's why we've never really been hanging out like we used to or why when we kissed, something felt off. I love Damon, yes but just not in the way I thought I would ever feel towards him. Then I thought it would be okay because maybe Damon would understand. But then, I just couldn't do it." She paused again.

"I couldn't break up with him because deep down inside, I wanted us to work. I wanted to convince myself that he was the one for me. And so I chickened out. There's this place in my heart where I still have feelings for Damon but it's a very small place."

"But then he broke up with me tonight while drunk out of his mind. I guess it hurts. Because I still want him but I don't love him. I thought that was selfish of me so I shut my emotions off. But then my best friend tells me that she's been sneaking around with my boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend."

"And here I thought I could come to you and hopes you'd make me feel better. It hurts, yes but now I can finally get that thought out of my mind that's been killing me for a while. So congratulations Hermione, you've finally gotten what you've always wanted."

By the time she finished, I was full-blown crying. I knew she would hate me, but I was glad she didn't yell at me. I could hear the hatred in her voice as she spoke.

"Scarlet, I never wanted this to happen I swear-"

"Yes you did, Hermione. You are very clear to read and you talk in your sleep. I see the way you stare at him, you may never notice that I noticed but I saw.

"You hate me," I sobbed.

"Hm, maybe. But since we're telling the truth here, you should know something," She chuckled emotionless and that scared me.

"Those anonymous messages."

It became quiet for a second before it took me a minute to realize what she was getting at. My eyes widened and I slowly met hers. I frowned my face up and stared into her eyes, hoping she was lying.

"No, no. It's wasn't you," I shook my head in disbelief.

"It's always the person you least expect," She said, tilting her head to the side and I continued staring at her not believing her words.

She's lying.

"Your a real bitch," She said before getting up. I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart-breaking at her words.

My bedroom door slammed shut and I let a loud sob escape my lips. I balled my fist into my pajama pants, the urge to scream unbearable.

When my sobs got louder, I slapped the back of my hand against my mouth but that didn't stop my cries.

Instead of shutting myself up, my sobs were muffled.