𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝑰 𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

After endless hours of having an embarrassing sob story ass breakdown before I went home feeling even more miserable than I did when I got there. I couldn't think about anything else but the rushing emotions running through me.

I hated the fact that there's someone else in the place that I want. She's fresh out of a toxic relationship and went straight back to going after someone else

What ever happened to "I'll wait when I heal" or "dating just isn't my thing anymore" and "I don't have enough time for anybody else" Now all of a sudden he comes into the picture, he's the one that she wants. Out of all men in the world she chose mine. Is it fair? Hell no...But I love her and there's nothing that I wouldn't do for her so in other terms I would just let it be.

Who the hell falls in love immediately at first sight. I took my time to get to know him, make conversation and even build up to whatever we have. I doubt that we even had anything to begin with. It's so aggravating..

All I want is him. That's the man I want to have a future with and start a family with. We've been talking for over a couple of days but out of the blue he decided that he wanted to be a part of her life instead of mine. Home wrecking ass hoes I fucking swear.

He ain't supposed to be takin care of her ass when she's sick, THAT should be ME. HE should be the one spending time with ME. Getting to know ME. Bringing Irene around ME. Laughing with ME. Talking with ME. She ain't gotta worry bout nunna dat no more.

I sat in my bed with tears pouring down my face. I got up with complete rage and starting knocking everything over, trashing the house out of anger.

I screamed to the top of my lungs and punched holes into my walls. My hands becoming sore and bruised throughout it all. I stopped then stood still to look at what I did with teary eyes.

I got and idea and walked over to all the broken glass.

(Trigger warning yaw)

I took the jagged pieces of glass to make large slits on my cheek and hands. Mixing it with bruises while throwing myself into the corners of tables.

I then stumbled over to where my phone was and I dialed Luis's number.

He picked up immediately in a groggy voice as if he had just woke up to answer.

I bursted out crying.

"Can you come over?.. I need your help because I'm having a hard time right now and I just can't.. "

"Why what happened?.. " he responded in an instant as I heard him sit up.

"Claire.. " I said breathlessly.