Vic was in the kitchem making lunch and Michelle finally laid down take her nap. I was stretched out on the couch, finally had some time to just relax. I had just gotten comfortable when someone knocked on the door. "Coming!" I yelled as I walked to the door. I smiled as I opened the door but it turned upside down when I saw who it was.....Tony.

Tony barged inside "Well well well, it looked like I caught you two right in the act."

Vic looked up confused "What the fuck are you talking about Tony?"

"Don't try to play stupid with me Victor. Don't try to make me out to be crazy." Tony yelled shaking his fist at Vic

"I think you're doing a good enough job at that youself. No need for me to intervene." Vic spat

I guess Vic must have hit a nerve because seconds later Tony's fist clocked him in the head.

Vic took a step back shock edged across his face "What the fuck Tone."

"You and that slut is what." Tony spat glaring at me "So what you just get knocked up by Vic and disappear. you such a fucking hoe. I thought you were different. I use to think you were to good for Mike. But God was I wrong because you broke his heart and left. You're just a selfish, pathetic, piece of shit."


I'd be lying if i said Tony's word didn't hurt. I've always thought horrible things about myself. But to here them come from one of my old best friends mouth...well it hurt a lot.


Vic punched Tony in the lip "Don't fucking talk to her like that."

"I don't sugar-coat shit!" Tony yelled as he tackled Vic down to the ground.

They started full fledge fighting seconds later. I couldn't help but think that this was all my faught. I caused so much pain to them and now I have two best friends fighting.

I couldn't take it anymore. I needed relief and I needed it now. I snatched my purse and ran to the bathroom. Slammed the door and i slid down the wall hitting my butt hard on the floor. I rambbled through my purse until i found my only true friend, they only thing there for me twenty four seven. My beautiful razor.

The feeling of the razor kissing my skin provided instant relief. All the horrible feeling that I felt, all the emotions bottled up inside evacuated my body with the crimson blood. Finally after fifteen cuts I was satisfied.

"What the hell is going on here?" said a voice that haunted my dreams at night.

That voice made butterflies fill my stomach. It brought back so many memories. So many thoughts and emotions. No amount of cutting could stop the pain and love that came along with that voice. Only one person could make me feel so good and so bad at the same time. Only one person had that affect on me.That person....is Mike Fuentes.

Notes

So much drama is in this chapter. And so so much more is in the next. Enjoy lovely readers =)