“What the fuck is your problem?”
Leona ignores me and continues to leave with her friends, but I won’t
let it go that easy. I know her type, they think they can walk all
over people and no one will stand up to her. She’s got another
think coming if she thinks I’ll let it pass.
“Leona, I asked you a
question. What the fuck is your problem?”
She turns towards me, her
face surprising me. I expect anger but instead she has a sickly sweet
smile on her face as she stalks towards me.
“Problem? There's no
problem Ella. For there to be a problem you would have to mean
something, but you're nothing. You’re insignificant like all the
other little bitches Damon picks up. Do you really believe you're
that special Ella? Do you think the words he mutters to you he hasn’t
muttered to someone else before you? What makes you think you're any
different than all the others before?” She lets out a condescending
laugh, “What about Abigail? Oh, you met her didn’t you?” She
acts surprised before sneering again, “At your romantic little
meal. Ring any bells?” She doesn’t give me a chance to answer.
“You will be gone before you know it.”
She turns to leave again,
thinking she’s put an end to me. I don’t fucking think so. What
she said cut deep but I won’t let her see that. I won’t let her
know how much her words can hurt me. She’ll get a kick if she knows
she’s keyed into one of my biggest fears.
Am I just one in a long
list of many that Damon plays with? Or is what we have real?
I am fucking furious. Who
does this bitch think she is? My inner bitch is coming out to join
the party.
“You're so fucking
jealous, aren't you Leona? You would give anything to be with him,
but he doesn't want you. Every time you throw yourself at him, he'll
turn you down, because you’re the one who’s nothing to him. He
feels sorry for you, that’s all. It’s nothing more.”
A livid Leona steps toward
me but Lacy holds her back. If I wasn’t pregnant I would slap her
right across that scheming face of hers, but I have something better
up my sleeve to hit her with.
“Don’t you think we
know Damon a little more that you?” Michelle pipes up, looking
smug. “We’ve known him a lot longer. You’re nothing but a new
toy to Damon and he gets bored with his toys very quickly,” she
finishes on a smirk, making me want to claw her fucking eyes out.
I laugh at her. “Is that
so? Well I happen to know different.” I start to walk past them to
exit the toilets but Sharn steps in my way and speaks for the first
time.
“We’ve not finished
with you yet. You need to back away from Damon before he breaks your
heart. I can see he already owns it. You wouldn’t take up for him
like this if you didn’t love him. We’ve been around longer, will
continue to be around long after you’ve been kicked to the curb.”
She pushes her face close to mine, invading my personal space, no
doubt to intimidate me. “Damon is Leona’s. He will always be
Leona’s.”
I raise a brow at her
arrogant comment. “Funny that,” I look at Leona, “he told me
you’re nothing more than a tag along. An acquaintance that never
leaves. He only deals with you because of your parents being good
friends with his.” I smirk when I see shock hit her eyes. “Yeah,
that’s right. You’re nothing more than a family friend.” I look
back at Sharn, who is still invading my personal space. “Now if
you’ll excuse me, I have better places to be.”
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