Fake Boyfriend

I slide down the wall outside of our room, completely breaking down. I brought my knees up to my chest and laid my head down on top of them.

Why would he do this to me?

Does love mean anything to him.

"Fuck!"

Obviously not.

"Abby?" I looked down the hallway and saw Tia coming closer to me. "What's wrong Abby?" she asked, squatting down to my level.

"Fuck Syn!"

Tia eyes widen as she stared at the door behind me. "No" she whispered.

I nodded as I kept hearing the moans over my sobs.

"That fucking asshole. Give me your fucking key." Tia yelled.

I shook my head and stood up "It's not worth it."

"Come on sweetie, lets go to my room" I nodded as we walked to the next room. "I'm sorry Abby." she mumbled.

I nodded and sat down on the bed wiping my tears. Tia came over and hugged me rubbing my shoulders.

I stood up and walked towards the desk with a water jug on it. "Is it okay?" I asked Tia referring that I wanted a drink. She nodded as I picked up the jug and poured some into a cup.

I dug my phone out of my pocket and seated it on the table next to the jug before I walked over to Tia again.

"You going to be okay Abby?" Tia asked. I looked at her blankly, finally the tears stopped.

"I don't know." I said honestly and looked down at my cup again.

"I'm going to call Zack." Tia said pulling out her phone and walking into the bathroom.

I sighed as my back hit the bed again. I stared up at the ceiling thinking. Why didn't he just say 'No, I have a girlfriend'

Brian Fucking Haner Jr. your fucking stupid.

Tia came back in the room and I sat up again. I didn't want to talk. I just wanted to get out of here for a while before I talked to Brian about it.

"I'm going to go for a walk." I stated as I walked to the door.

"Want company?" Tia asked me. But she already knew the answer as I closed the door behind me.

"Wait don't close it all the way." Zack said as he reach the door. "You okay Abbs." he asked giving me a hug.

I didn't hug back I let my arms be limp as Zack held me.

"I'm going to go for a walk." I told him as I walked away. I heard the door click shut as I made my way to the stairs. "Fuck my phone." I muttered and turned back around to their room.

I was about to knock when I heard them talking.

"I cant believe he did that to her." Tia yelled.

"I know, I mean I know for a fact he's in love with her." Zack said.

Yeah, Zacky he sure is in love with me.

I rolled my eyes and was about to knock again but stopped.

"Why did we ever pay him" Tia sighed.

What? Pay him? Pay him to do what?

"Well we didn't know that he would fuck her over like this. Specially when he stopped taking the money." Zack answered.

"I wish we never paid him to date Abby."

They paid him to date me! What the fuck! I had enough of this!

I glared at the door before I walked over to mine and saw little miss slut leaving the room. I put my key card into the slot and through daggers at the girl walking away from my room.

I stormed in and saw Brian was sitting on the edge of his bed, with his face in his hands.

I walked into the bathroom and grabbed my stuff before I went into the main part and through my suitcase onto the bed.

"Where the fuck are you going?" he asked me. He stood up and was eying the suitcase and me throwing things into it.

I ignored his question as I looked around the room, seeing if I missed anything.

"Abby?" he asked grabbing my arm. I glared at him and tried to get my arm free but he just held on tighter.

"Let me go." I yelled at him.

"No, Why are you packing?" he asked bring me closer to him.

I scoffed. "I don't know! Why are you cheating on me?" I shot back at him.

His face fell and I was able to get away from him. I zipped up my suitcase and grabbed the handle.

"Where are you going?" he asked quietly.

"Different room." I said with no emotion in my voice at all.

"Abby, I'm sorry I was drunk and fuck I wasn't thinking." he said. "Please don't leave me." he begged.

I narrowed my eyes at him pressing my lips together. "Thats not the only reason."

He made a look of confusion. "What?" I just ignored him and started heading for the door. He grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. "Abby please don't, I love you."

"Love? Love!" I scoffed. "Brian you just fucked another girl while I was right outside the room. And your telling me you love me? Thats not fucking love."

"I made a mistake Abby!" he yelled. His face turned angry."Cant we just talk about it."

"You should've said no." I spat at him."You shouldn't be begging me to stay but you said fucking yes to her! I hope you get an STD!"

I tried to leave again but he pressed his lips to mine. I pushed him away and glared at him. "Please Abby, don't do this to me."

"Tell me something Brian" I began. He looked at me confused before he nodded. "Was she worth it?"

"Worth losing you?" he asked. I nodded as I saw the liquid forming in his eyes. "Nothing is woth losing you." he said looking into my eyes. "Please Abby, I need you please" he begged kissing me again.

"No" I mumbled looking away from him.

"Why?"

"Why?" I yelled throwing my hands up in the air. "You cheated on me and you...you were." I sighed and looked up into his intoxicating eyes. "Was it worth it?"

"Was what, I already said she wasn't." he began as I shook my head. "Then what?"

"Was the money worth. Tell me how much did you make fucking me, and telling me you loved me." I hissed at him.

His face went pale and hurt. "Abby, I'm not taking the money anymore"

"Save it you still took it. Tell me the truth when was the last time you took. And I want the fucking truth or I'm gone."

He sighed as his eyes became watery. "The day I took you to Eiffel Tower was the first day I didn't take the money."

I narrowed my eyes at him, knowing for a fact we had sex before that night. "I'll talk to you in the morning."

"Abby, please stay." he begged again. I shook my head and left the room slamming the door in Brian's face.

Your fucking brilliant Brian Haner Jr, you just lost me.

"Where to miss?" The cabbie asked me as I sat in the backseat.

I looked at the hotel one last time before I turned to the cabbie. "The airport, please."