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[17] Walking Away From Mr.Player

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Anyway, read on, and please IGNORE the errors, I typed it on my phone :D

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Chapter 17

I sat on the bed, motionless. My heart was pounding hard against my chest. I wanted to cry and at the same time scream. I wanted to confront Dylan, and at the same time hide away in some dark desolate corner for the rest of my life. I felt so embaressed, humiliated. Afterall this time, I just ended up being Mr. Player's toy, another girl he had used up like a tissue paper, and was about to throw away.

I clutched the bedsheet closer to me and wrapped myself up in a ball. The room was spinning, I was in a daze. All of this was too hard to believe. It was getting hard to breathe. I felt a sob building up, tears were welling in my eyes. I bit my lips hard.

No, I won't cry. Not here, not like this. I got out of the bed and quickly put my clothes on. I took in a deep breath. Its now or never.

I clutched the doorknob and opened the door. I was momentarily shocked to see that neither Matt nor Dylan were anywhere around. Well good, she wasn't really sure if she was ready to confront Dylan right now.

I tiptoed down the stair-case, my heels clutched in my hands. No one was about. It looked as if a tornado had travelled through the party hall. The chairs lay up-side down, the curtains were on the ground. Empty beer bottles and cups littered the floor.

I silently walked. My hands were shaking beside me. I didn't utter a single word, my mind was blank. If I wanted to cry and feel sorry for myself, I'll do it in my room, not here for the world to see.

I didn't see Dylan at all this morning. I reached home half an hour later. Mom was not home. I used the spare key. Mom had probably asked Tia where I was. And hopefully, she had covered up for me.

I quickly stripped off that dress and threw it in a deep dark corner of my closet. My head didnt hurt, I hadn't drunk like hell last night, which was probably why I was more angry with myself. How could I have let Dylan get to me? Why didn't I avoid him? Why didn't I stay away from him?

I took a long shower, a really long one. I was even blasting loud Ke$ha songs, anything to keep my mind blank. Thinking about Dylan was probably the last thing I wanted to do right now.

But I wasn't sucessful for long.

As I came out of the bathroom, I noticed I'd gotten a new text. I shut off the song playing. Suddenly the house was quiet. I slowly clicked on the small envelope icon and there stood a text from Dylan.

'Hey Alex, where r u? U cud hv told me u were going. Nyway wanna hangout dis evening?'

I couldn't believe what I was just reading. So now he cared about my whereabouts? He didn't seem to care about me this morning when he was telling Matt that he was just around me because he wanted to sleep with me. I stared at the message in disbelief, waiting for a new text which would say something like- Just kidding! Don't show me your face ever again. I've already got what I wanted.

But no such message came.

Wasn't he satisfied with what he got last night? If he thought I was going to stick around him just so he could use me all over again, he was wrong, so wrong. So I simply ignored his text.

Surprisingly, I wasn't feeling really sad anymore, just angry. I wanted to beat the crap out of someone. Oops! I meant Dylan. And as much as beating him sounded fun, I couldn't really do it.

Now, now don't start getting any ideas. No, I'm not in love with him or anything. Hah! Like something like that is seriously gonna happen. Actually, he still doesn't know I heard his conversation with Matt. I'm not gonna give him the satisfaction of hurting me. I mean sure, the damage was already done. But he shouldn't know that I know that he has played me. I'll leave him. I'll stay away from him, and he'll not even know why.