My Brother's Best Friend Is My Mate

Chapter 8: Flashbacks

*Start of flashback*

I park into my boyfriend's driveway and grab all of the things we will need for our plans today. I unlock

his front door with the key his parents gave to me before flying off to Mexico for their vacation and tip

toe up the stairs.

I have movies, snacks, my pillow and Poppy, my favorite stuffed animal from my childhood and I'm all

planned for our anniversary . Today would make 9 months that we have been dating, and I'm so

excited. I also talked to my mom about 'the thing'. Yes, 'the thing'. I 2ant to make him happy because I

love him. And I know he loves me back. I just know he's the right guy.

By now, I'm outside his room. I reach for the knob to surprise my boyfriend until I hear a moan. And

those sounds.

No. No. No.

I twist the door knob and send the door flying open like the start of the music video, 'Havana' by

Camilla Cabello . And I front of my eyes, is an image that will never leave my mind. My boyfriend

cheating on me. With another girl. In his bed. Where I was suppose to be laying. Where I had my first

kiss.

Everything I have in my hand falls on the floor in slow motion, just like my heart.

Jack pushes the girl off of him and she lands on the floor, knocking over a few things. Jack wraps the

sheets around his naked body, his faced filled with shock and regret. Then guilt.

Everything vanishes from my brain and I feel... Empty. Not good enough.

I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. I can't breathe. And I don't need Google to

tell me that I'm experiencing shock.

"How could you?", I finally squeak.

His face falls. "You weren't suppose to be home until 5", came the reply.

"That doesn't make it right!", I shout on full crying mode. "How dare you cheat on me! I loved you." My

voice gets soft and my throat feels as if it's closing up.

"I love you too baby. Come here", he holds out his arms.

What. A. Fucking. Jerk.

I walk up to him and my palm connects with the his cheek.

"I hope you have fun with your flavor of the week. Because We. Are. Done. Finish", I spit. I walk out of

his room, and slam the door.

I run down the stairs and stop when I see a framed picture of us on the wall. I grab it and through it in

the wall, the glass spreading everywhere.

"Fuck!", I scream and yank open the door and walk to my car.

Why does life have to be so fucking unfair?

I start the engine and drive over to my best friend's house, not even calling her to tell her I'm coming

over. I race up the wooden steps of Spencer's door and knock it as loud as a person with a broken

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I hear Spencer running down the stairs and opening the door. "Emerald!", she greets me and then sees

my ruined face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Did Jack do this?", she ask concerned. I nod. "I swear to the Gods ,

I'm gonna kill him."

Spencer drags me in a warm cup and brings me into the house, closing the door with her foot.

She took me to the kitchen and gave me some tea, and we sang, "I will survive", six times.

It took twelve cups of tea to survive that day. And one year. But it only took a matter of seconds for

Jack to break my heart open.

*End of flashback *