Lie With Me

Wedding Day - Part 2

"Well you were obviously talking about me, so I think I would be an idiot if I didn't interrupt a conversation where I am being accused of such horrific things," I say politely.

She smirks at me. "I'm hardly accusing, I know for a fact that you're just some gold digging whore. What are you, like seventeen years old?"

I scoffed. "Actually, I'm like twenty one, but thank you for saying that I look absolutely young and wrinkle free for my age." I squinted my eyes at her forehead. "I think I see a few wrinkles showing up on your forehead though, it's probably from all the forehead scrunching you do when your upset."

Valentina scowled at me while wrinkling up her forehead again. "Look here you whore, I am ten times prettier than you'll ever be so don't go around thinking that you're all that because your engaged to Alex."

I laughed. Was she crazy? Right, because I'm the one going around thinking I'm better than everyone. Surprisingly Valentina's words didn't really bother me. I've learned to deal with snobby people before. I gently put my hand on her shoulder and she gave me a look of disgust as expected. "Honey, you can't be ten times prettier than me if you're always scrunching up you're forehead like that, and of course I don't think I'm better than everyone else, I just think that I'm better than the smelly trash that's standing in front of me right now."

Valentina looked at me with wide eyes and surprise, but instantly it turned into a nasty glare. Before she could respond, Max burst out with laughter. At least someone thought it was funny. I looked over at Alex and saw him trying to suppress a grin.

Valentina sent the scariest glare towards Max who instantly stopped laughing and put his hands up in the air. "Woah, chill Val."

Valentina was still giving the stink eye to Max. "Leave."

Max looked towards me and winked. "Later strawberry girl."

My lips curved upwards. "Bye Max." Max left, now it was just me, Valentina, and Alex.

"Why are you engaged to such a whore Alex?" Valentina seethed.

Alex rolled his eyes. "Valentina, don't. If you don't have anything nice to say, then leave."

Valentina flipped back her light brunette locks. "Tell me whore, are you're parents proud that they raised such a gold digging whore like yourself?"

My chest tightened. The thought of my parents made my heart instantly hurt. God I missed them. I pushed back my tears that were forming and  gave Valentina a hard gaze. "Valentina I understand if your not fond of me, but do not bring my parents into your petty outbursts. For someone who was born into a highly sophisticated society you sure as hell do not act the part."

Before she could respond I turned my heels to walk away. Before I could, Alex grabbed my wrist. I didn't look back at him, I just forcefully pulled it out of his hold. No way was I going to stand next to that trash for another second.

I made my way down the steps that led to the beach. I was in no mood to socialize, besides I liked having alone time. Pulling my hells off of my aching feet, I sat down on the warm sand. This part of the beach was private so there wasn't anyone here. It was just me, and it felt good. My mind kept lingering to my parents. The thought of them made me tear up. Today, I finally let all the tears that have been built up over the years out. It's been years since I've cried about my parents, probably because ever since they died I've kept myself busy without really having time to think too much about them.

I don't know how long I had been sitting here crying my eyes out, but I didn't care. The sun was starting to go down and it made the beach even prettier. I finally was able to calm myself a little so I didn't sound so horrific. Yeah, I was definitely an ugly cryer.

"Hey," a silky familiar voice cooed.

I quickly wiped my face with the back of my hand. I hated people seeing me cry. It showed weakness.

I turned to the voice and there was Alex sitting right beside me. It seemed like he had a concerned look on his face but maybe I just over analyzed things. I quickly turned my gaze back to the water once again. "Hi. Umm not to be rude, but what are you doing here?"

I heard him sigh. "Well I heard this strange noise that was coming from the beach and well  it sounded like a dying whale had washed up on the shore, but it turned out to be you crying."

My jaw almost dropped. I casted him death glare. "Seriously, a dying whale? What comforting words."

His eyes flickered with amusement but in an instant they were replaced with a look of pity. Geez I hated that look so much. "Please stop looking at me like that."

His eyebrows furrowed. "What happened to your parents?"

I sighed and pushed back the tears that were threatening to spill again. "Uhh it's a long story." Not really.

He simply shrugged his shoulders. "I have time."

Should I tell him? Maybe it'll be good for me to finally tell someone, but then again I'll probably start crying again. So maybe I better not. "It's okay, I don't want to burden you."

His pink lips formed into a small smile. "Please, I want to know."

Could I trust him? If I tell him, he'll be the first person I've ever told, not even my best friend Cara knows.

Alex's warm hand suddenly came over mine. "You can trust me."

I closed my eyes for a brief moment. Here goes. "It was my fifteenth birthday, and my friend and I got invited to this party by some seniors. I asked my parents if I could go and of course they said no. Being a teenager, I was absolutely furious. Some hateful words came out of my mouth and they grounded me instantly. So, I sat in my room for pretty much the whole day until I came up with a plan to sneak out. Worst decision of my life. I called my friend and told her to park a few blocks away from my house. Then,  I Locked my door and carefully slipped out my window, thankfully our house was only one story. Anyways, we made it to the party by nine. I thought I could go and come back without my parents noticing but when it was around ten, my phone started blowing up with calls and texts from my parents. I shut my phone off until the party ended. When my friend was taking me home I received a call saying that my parents were dead. A drunk driver had hit them and they flipped off the road and down the hill into a bunch of trees. They died because they were out looking for me. When I finally made it home, I found a small velvet box on the dinning room table. It was the necklace that I had my eye on for awhile, but I would never buy it because it was so expensive." I let out a breath. "The last thing I said to my parents was that I hated them and that's one of the things I regret most. So I guess that's the story."

"I'm sorry," Alex said quietly.

I bit my lip hard to hold back my tears that were begging to be let out. My eyes clouded with unshed tears until everything was just blurry. Suddenly my body was being pulled up against Alex's and I didn't pull away.

"You know, you're not to blame for their deaths," Alex said while twirling with a strand of hair.

I didn't respond. I just laid against him in silence. It's been a long time since anyone has comforted me, but then again not many people knew of the incident.

I smile thinking that this is probably the first time that Alex was genuinely nice to me.

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