Clentine:
"What is going on? Why are all these people here? And what the fuck are you introducing to them for?" I asked, confused and completely lost. Troy had never done anything like that before, so I couldn’t chalk it up to a prank.
"Oh, don’t mind them. They asked if I’d seen the biggest bitch around, and I thought I might introduce you to them," Troy said without smiling or smirking. There was just a strange look of anger on his face.
"Troy? Mind your fucking language," I hissed at him, but then I noticed everyone taking out their phones, probably turning on their caras. At this point, I already knew sothing was off. There was no way he was simply joking.
"Why? Aren’t you one?" Troy asked, smirking as I tried to get past one of the people in the crowd to leave. However, the way they had parked their cars made it impossible to get out without a struggle, and I didn’t want to go through that.
"Can you please tell what is going on? This is so unlike you," I complained, trying to understand what was going on with him. How could soone change overnight?
"As if you don’t know? Don’t you rember what you did to ?"
The minute he said that, I realized what he was referring to. I should have known he was upset. I should have known he didn’t trust when I told him I had nothing to do with the rumors.
"Okay, Troy, I’m ready to explain it to you if you just let ," I said, upset that he had brought in random people just to sha , even though I could’ve explained what actually happened, how my social dia account had turned weird.
"No, I don’t think I want to know anything from you. I’ve seen and heard enough," he began.
"So you don’t even want to give a chance to explain myself?" I asked, and he began to laugh.
"Nope. I don’t think you deserve it," he said.
"Well then, I’ll leave, and I’ll only speak to you when you’re ready to listen to ," I mumbled, gesturing for one of the girls to step aside. However, she started shoving her phone in my face.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I snapped, snatching her phone and throwing it onto the ground, breaking it. Everyone gasped, and then one of the tall guys ca forward, grabbing my head and trying to shake it.
"You will not fucking touch my girl again!"
As soon as he yelled that, Troy stepped forward and gently pushed his hand off. "Anything but physical," he comnted. And honestly, it broke right then and there. He was letting them know they were allowed to bully . In fact, he lured in so they could.
"You know guys, let’s talk about her today, shall we?" Then Troy jumped onto the front of one of the cars to stand above, making sure everyone could see him.
No matter how many tis I asked the others to move aside, they wouldn’t. At this point, I just gave in and stood with my hands down by my sides, defeated. I wanted to know how far he was willing to go.
"This is Clentine Stark, the one and only, the great troublemaker. Do you know why she’s so fucked up?" Troy announced, and my fists clenched.
I had heard the rumors about , plenty of them. So people said I was so ssed up because my father abused . It was true. He ntally and physically abused . He would hit with sticks and belts whenever my stepmother complained or probably out of boredom.
"But let tell you, there’s more to the story than ets the eye," Troy said. "This bitch is the reason her mother and little brother died. So she hides her face in sha, but still doesn’t forget to act like a fool."
My heart felt like it stopped beating. I just stared at Troy as he aired out my secrets.
"And let tell you one more thing. Do you know who she has a crush on? Professor Sawyer."
As soon as he said that, everyone gasped. But that wasn’t the worst part. He actually pulled out my diary, the one he sotis stole from my room when he visited.
"Where did you get this from? Give it back to !" I scread, running to climb onto the car with him to snatch it from his hand. But others gathered in front of him, blocking my path.
"Oh yes, this is the diary where she wrote all about Professor Sawyer," he smirked, waving the diary in the air while locking eyes with .
"Does it an she only passed his exam because—" one of the girls added, covering her mouth in shock, and I was just flabbergasted.
And then I just stopped protesting. I let Troy speak. He was smirking as he casually flipped through the pages, talking about how I felt about my stepmother, the things I said about my father, and how much I hated my stepsister to the point that everyone started saying I was jealous of her. That’s how Troy skimd over the things they had done to and focused only on how I mocked them.
I didn’t stop him. I wanted him to break my heart and my trust so badly that even if he ca back later to apologize, I wouldn’t accept it.
After an hour of pure torture, where the others only yelled at , they finally started to walk away. Troy got down and held my diary up for .
"Now we are equal. You ruined my career, my character, my image. Now yours is ruined. Now let’s see if you expect to explain myself to you," he said, his hands in his pockets. "So are you ready to talk about it now? Because now we can mutually agree on sothing so that we understand how much pain we’ve caused each other."
"Nope. I don’t think I want to explain anything. You’ve already punished , so why would I waste my ti speaking up anymore?" I said as I snatched the diary back from him.
He had the audacity to look shocked that I wasn’t explaining myself anymore, and then I began to walk away.
That night, I cried. I cried so much. I discarded all the diaries I had ever written. I realized that if I wanted my secrets to stay mine, I should never share them with anyone. And I should never feel the need to explain myself. If soone trusts , they’ll co and ask first, not punish and then expect an explanation.
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