Page 15 of Letters From a Broken Heart
“It’s not my fault they didn’t know the real Jack. He didn’t love that girl, he loved me. He was on his way to see me when he died.” Her voice catches and a small whimper fills the air. “But no one cares about how I feel. They only care about her.”
He didn’t love me at all. Why was he even dating me if he didn’t want me? My heart hammers against my ribs, each beat makes the pain spread a little further through my body. I don’t understand how I didn’t realize he was cheating on me.
My mind scrambles to find proof what Cassy said is true, or maybe proof she’s lying. He was always on his phone and texting people. I never thought it could be another woman. Some nights he said he was going out with some friends, but I had no reason to doubt what he said was true.
“C’mon, let’s get in the car and wait for them to start heading over to the cemetery.”
“Fine,” Cassy huffs out. Footsteps move away from me and I peek out of my hiding place to see what she looks like.
I don’t know why I care, but I want to know what she looks like. I need to know what type of woman could steal my boyfriend away from me.
Both of the women have long blonde hair. It reaches all the way down to their butts. They’re wearing tight black dresses that end mid-thigh, showing off their long legs.
One of the women glances over her shoulder like she can feel my gaze on her. She gasps softly and her eyes widen as her feet still. This catches the other woman’s attention. She follows her friend’s gaze and finds me. A slow, evil smile spreads over her face.
That one has to be Cassy. She has no remorse at all. She almost seems happy to know she’s ruined how I’ll always remember Jack.
She’s ruined one of the most important people in my life for me, and now I can't even ask him what she was talking about.
I dart into a side room as sobs shake my entire body. I can't do this. I can't face all these people who pity me for losing my boyfriend when he wasn’t really mine. He cared more about her than he did about me, or he wouldn’t have been cheating on me.
I curl up on the couch, using my thin jacket as a pillow. I don’t want to see or talk to anyone and I'm sure this position will portray that to people. They’ll think I'm so lost in my misery that I don’t want to socialize.
“There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you. What’s going on, sweetheart?” Easton takes a seat next to me and brushes my hair out of my face. He uses his thumb to wipe away the tears staining my cheeks.
“Did you both just laugh at how stupid I was?” My voice catches on a sob as I shake my head.
“What?” Easton’s face scrunches into a confused frown.
“Did you think ‘Stupid little Taylor will never find out’?” I ask in a mocking voice.
“Tay, what’s going on?
“How could you let him do that to me?” I shriek as I stare at the man I thought would always have my back. I’ve lost my patience and don’t want to do this anymore. I leap off the couch and start pacing the room.
I want to let all my pain and anger out on him, then I want to walk away and never talk to him again. I have no reason to. I don’t want liars and betrayers in my life.
I want to forget I ever met the Maxwell boys. If I could take this stupid heart out of my chest and throw it on the floor, I would. I don’t want to live withhisheart inside of me.
“What are you talking about?” Easton’s brows tug together to form a deep V.
“How could you stand by and not tell me?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Tay-Tay.” He takes a step closer and I hold up a hand to stop him. I don’t want him touching me right now. I'm barely holding on as it is. I think the rage and anger coursing through my body is the only thing keeping me from being a blubbering mess.
“Don’t touch me, Easton.” As soon as the words leave my lips, his face falls and hurt spreads across his features. “Was I just a joke to the two of you?”
“What are you talking about, Taylor? You’ve never been a joke to me. What did I supposedly stand by and let happen?”
“He cheated on me! He’s been cheating on me for years!” I roar as I thrust my hands through my hair and tug on the ends.
I feel like I'm going crazy. Like everything I thought was true is all a lie. I feel so alone. So betrayed. I’ve been mourning this man for weeks and he wasn’t even the person I thought he was.
Everything is crashing down around me and I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t know how to get back the life I was barely hanging onto.
“I didn’t know, sweetheart. I never knew.” He tries to wrap me in his arms, but I turn my back on him and walk around the room, keeping a healthy amount of distance between us.
“Do you really expect me to believe that? Do you think I'm that dumb? Just stupid little Taylor. I’ll believe whatever crap you tell me, right?”
