Noah Beck • Instagram 2

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{Bella's POV}

I unlocked the door, stepping in and hearing endless amounts of laughter. "Thanks for hanging out with me, Bella ditched again." His voice made my throat tighten in distraught. "No problem, I would never cancel on you. You know that, bubba." Her voice however, made an unfamiliar rage bubble in my gut.

"Get out." I said. They turned to me, Noah standing straighter, Dixie not moving. "Get out of my damn house!" I screamed at her. She got up this time, hugging Noah goodbye. "Bye Bel-" I shook my head, slamming the door shut behind her. She didn't get to talk to me.

"Why would you kick her out like that? She didn't-" anger, I heard fucking anger in his voice. I laughed, as my heart slowly shattered. He was mad? He was mad? "Bella, you can't just kick her out like that! What's your problem?!"

I broke, I let the flood gates open. "No! You don't get to be mad at me! What's my problem?! What's my fucking problem? It's the backstabbing bitch, and it's you! After everything, after she hurt me, after she embarrassed me, you continue to hang out with her. Why now? Why would you keep posting her?!" I screamed, the tears falling down my face, were tears of anger. Anger, betrayal, pain.

"Don't act so innocent Bella! You and Anthony are just great friends huh? Cancel on me time and time again, act like it's nothing! You never have time for me anymore!" I stared at him, utterly in shock. "I am innocent you asshole! Anthony is a friend! God forbid I have one! I have done nothing! When I have plans I stick to them! He asked me first, so I go with him! If it was you who asked first I would cancel on him! Everything with him was friendly, nothing more!" I wanted to pull my hair out, I wanted to just scream out.

"You know what bullshit! With all your pictures and shit! You little fucking bitch! You don't get to act like you've done nothing." You little fucking bitch. His eyes widened at his words, his hand clamping over his mouth.

I sprinted to my room faster than I thought I could go. "Bella wait!" He yelled. I locked the bedroom door behind me, taking deep breaths. I grabbed my suitcase, grabbing everything I thought that I needed. The tears didn't stop, neither did the aching of my heart. It pounded against my chest, filling to the brim in agony.

I opened the door, rolling my suitcase behind me. "Where are you going?" He asked immediately. "I don't know." I responded coldly. "Bella, look I'm sorry, please let's just talk about this." I shook my head, grabbing my coat. "I'm sorry-"

"No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I thought marrying you was the best decision of my life."