Why? Why are these painful and unwanted memories flooding my mind? I was fine with being here and not knowing why. Completely. Fine. Couldn’t they have approached me with warning? Flashbacks? The physical pain from the fall is nothing compared to what I feel from these memories of betrayal. Why? How could he do this to me? All I’ve heard since he’s returned is how much he ‘loves’ me, and how we’re meant to be. Obviously not. When you love someone, truly love them, you stay and work things through. You sure as shit don’t turn your back on them, and then find the easiest piece-of-ass to rid your anger. Oh, God, just take them away, all of them. I don’t need any memories of Wyatt and me, and absolutely none of him fucking my best friend. My eyes burn, physically burn as the flashes of him slapping her on the ass come to view. And her moaning, her pleasurable moans are like needles being jabbed into my ears. “Why are you still standing there? Leave!” “No! Tell me what I’ve suddenly done to you?”
