Living with the Bad Boys

Seven

I gasped and scooted back a few feet.

It's him.

It's Dylon.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

I just stared at him with giant eyes. So big that I swear I ripped the side of my eyes.

"Feyrah?" He asked.

I stepped back, not taking my eyes off of him.

"Don't move." I hoarsely whispered.

He stopped moving immediately.

"Feyrah. Wait. It's been three years. Come on Fey-" I ran. I ran like eve never ran before in the last three years.

I ran all the way up, all five stories and slammed the dorm room door, then retrieved my breath on my couch.

"What's up? I thought you were going to clubbing." Caprian said, still sitting where i left him from the beginning.

Sedan opened the bathroom door with the white towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, but with Dylon's appearance, Nothing mattered. Rage, fury, and hatred. All the thoughts that clouded my mind.

Dylon. That son of a bastardish bitch.

He doesn't know the first thing about caring for a girl, yet he asked me out four years ago.

He was my ongoing crush for awhile, and when he asked, I automatically said yes. I didn't see anything wrong with him. I didn't even see how he treated his old girlfriends.

The first few weeks were heaven. Then, it slowly went downhill.

He first started to be selfish. He always did things himself that we used to do together, and only told his problems, and when i said mine, he said my problems were mine, but his were ours.

Then he started to steal. He first stole my car. He stole my car keys, the same exact car keys that my mom bought me for my fifteenth birthday, and crashed the car.

He then started to ignore me. He would only call when he needed something, like party materials. Party materials for the parties i was never invited to.

Then he started to steal from me again. He started to steal my clothes and shoes, saying he wanted to have some clothes at his house so he could always think of me. So I let him. But when I went over, not one shirt was hanging or in the house.

He started to verbally abuse me when I asked him about cheating, or asking about his wrongs. 

And when that wasn't enough, he began to physically attack me. I got my first bruise that day.

I knew then, that he was a really bad guy and that he was cheating on me with other girls. His exs. And he was giving my clothes to them because I always had the top of the top brands hanging. But he wouldn't let be break up with him. He would hit me when I even brought out the topic.

I don't know why I kept with him for so long. But I did. Because I thought it was something at home or personal he wasn't telling me, so I waited. And waited, and waited. With bruises and a broken self esteem.

The last straw was when I caught him having sex with my ex-best friend in my clothes, in my house, on my bed.

He asked if we could throw a party at my house since my parents were out.

I cursed and spit on them, and he still didn't take his fucking dick out of her. He just waited for me to leave and returned to fucking her brains out.

I called the police and said that someone was throwing a party at my house without my consent, so many people went to the police station. That included a naked Dylon and Des.