The Missing Frame

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Finally we are talking.

After weeks of all Mitch’s drama, he finally sits and talks to me.

“Laken, I really hope you don’t think I cheated on you,” he says.

Did I think he cheated on me?

Yes, I believed without a doubt that he did.

Why did I?

I know with every ounce of my soul that he did.

There’s no mistaking it; I’d heard rumors.

But it wasn’t necessarily the rumors I was believing.

I have a gut feeling that tells me he is lying and almost never has it been wrong.

I am not about to doubt it now.

Those feelings are like guidelines for me.

“I don’t know what to believe,” I tell him.

“I know you don’t. And I understand if you don’t want to believe me…But no matter what you've been told , I never cheated on you. Never tried to, never wanted to, I’ve always loved you.”

And yet, even as he says this, I just cannot believe him.

“I know it’s hard to believe me, but I also never used you for sex. Ever.”

Another lie…

Why am I sitting here listening to him rattle on and on with his lying lips?

“If you don’t mind me asking…” his eyes are down cast.

“What?” I twiddle my thumbs.

In all honesty, I do not want to be here.
“What all did you do when we broke up?….Like sexually?”

Does he really think that is any of his business?

But here is my chance.

Here right now is my chance to hurt him just like he hurt me.

Revenge is sweet…

“Do you want the truth?” I keep my voice as dead as I can.

“Yes. All of it,” he says in a rush.

My heart is hurting, and I know what I am about to say will more than likely make him angry.

But I’m not the kind of girl to fool around on because I can be just as heartless.

“You know the whole Brendon rumor?”

“Yeah…Did you actually meet up and fuck him?”

The pure jealousy and rage I hear building up in his words…


“What? Are you fucking serious?” his face gets red, almost redder than his hair.


I want to laugh at his rage.

It is probably torture that I say it as if it is meaningless to me.

It is sadistic of me to think this….

But I feel like karma has just bitch slapped this asshole.

“Did you like it?”


“Was he bigger?”

Should I lie about that?

Yes, Brendon was bigger than Mitch.

But I’ll save his little ego.


“Was he better than me?”

Yes, he was.

Most definitely.


“I hate you,” he says.

Oh, so now we are playing the little three year old games?

“I know I fucked up, but damn!” he shouts.

I simply sit there and let him yell.

“I’m sorry,” I feel like a broken record.

“And here I was thinking I was the bad guy,” he shakes his head.

You are the bad guy.

You’re the one who keeps slandering your own name being a dumb ass.

It’s time to stop blaming me for everything and realize who is really to blame.
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Just felt better today :)