Snow flaked Romance

"I wished I could murder both of them ."

Serena sat on her bed, her room was a complete mess. tears puffing her eyes out, her phone trembled terribly in her hands, she couldn't believe it as she stared at her glowing screen in disbelief.

The messages on the screen blurred as tears welled up in her eyes cloaking her sight. The screenshots had been sent anonymously-photos of her boyfriend, Jayson and her best friend, Christina, kissing in his Car, his dark arms wrapped around her caressing.

The photos were too incriminating, it even came with video proof.

It was just too real not to believe. Her only two people in the whole fucking world had joined efforts to betray her.

"I wished so fucking well that i could doubt it.

Doubt the way Jayson's arms were wrapped tightly around Christina's body, sharing kisses that was meant just for me."

The betrayal left her mind spreading and poisoning her heart like wildfire through her veins.

She kept screaming, yelling, throwing their pictures to the ground, shattering it. It felt unfair,

" WHY Me? "

This was a relationship of over three fucking years and a friendship as old as time. How could they do this to her?

She scrolled down further. Tears on her eyes dripping on the screen as she viewed more screenshot of messages then came the video, it felt like a punishment, like someone had laid a curse on her.

It played slowly. In it, the darkness penetrated into the night, slow romantic music plays in the background, they were locked in each other's embrace, tongue tied together. Jayson withdraws, pulling away for a moment, his chest was rising and falling, just like it did whenever he was with her.

JAYSON: Christy... Let's keep it on a low, i don't want to hurt Serena."

Tears streamed down her face in volumes. He didn't want to hurt her? She felt mocked to the bone and that name he called...

Her breath shortened in her throat. That name. Christy. It was the exact same nickname she had always called Christina ever since they met each other. She felt hatred and betrayal bubbling in her throat.

Christina was always there, even in kindergarten. She couldn't remember her life without Christina. Christina knew every thing about her, They even completed each other sentences.

She could hear their laughter in her head, hear them mocking her. She is brought out of her head when she hears the goddamned video playing.

With tears welling up in her eyes, totally blurring the screen entirely, she wiped at her face frantically. The last thing she wanted to do was cry, but she was even failing at not doing that, she hated that she couldn't control her emotions,

she had cried enough, hasn't she?

The next thing she heard make her ball her fist and slam her hands against her bed. It was as if Christina was mocking her.

CHRISTINA: "Yeah, I hate lying to her too, but God damn it, you are way too hot."

Christina sounded excited, so full of breathless excitement. She couldn't believe it, it was the same way she used to speak to Jayson when they were alone together. It was betrayal on every single level.

It finally occurred that she wasn't just losing a boyfriend. She was losing her best friend, and losing both of them felt like she had lost her own life.

Christina's breath sounded rushed, ragged and heated as she bends down going in between his legs then slowly, her fingers move unzipping his trousers.

Her stomach felt like hell. It was sickening, she had never imagined that she would be betrayed by the two people she had trusted most in the world.

The video continued, but she couldn't find it in herself to continue watching. She turned away from the screen, clutching on to the edge of her bed as nausea crept up her throat.

"How could they do this to me?" She screamed.

She felt hollow inside. Sick.

She couldn't sit still any longer, she was going to be ripped into pieces if she did. She had to do something, anything.

Then she decided, she was going to confront them. She needed to hear them say it, say it to her fucking face.

Serena stood up, pacing the length of the room as she ran her fingers through her long afro hair, trying to calm herself down, but she felt too enraged.

She grabbed her phone again, this time dialing Christina's number with shaking fingers. It rang once. Twice. A third time, and then a fourth time...

And a fifth, then a sixth but she didn't pick up, each time it was redirected to voicemail.

"Of course, she's too busy," Serena thought bitterly.

"Too busy fucking my boyfriend."

She knew she was the type of person to overreact, totally explode and several times she tried to stop herself from doing so, going to confront them would be terrible of her, instead she wanted to disappear entirely, but she couldn't.

She threw the phone onto the bed in frustration, taking a deep breath, but it did nothing to ease her rising fury.

She had to do something. She couldn't just sit back and pretend that everything was fine because it wasn't. She was determined not to let them get away with this.

Serena grabbed at her coat, slipping it on with urgency, not caring about the chill that ran through her body.

The cold air outside could kill literally ice up her body and murder her if it wanted to, she wasn't fazed.

She didn't also care about the time, it was unsafe for a beautiful young girl to be outside by that time.

She stormed out grabbing her car keys and tossing it into her jacket.

Her boots crunched against the fresh layer of snow as she stormed down to her garage picking up her hammer.

Each step of hers was heavier than the last, and yet, she couldn't stop, she didn't want to. Each step she took with fuelled with rage and anguish.

The darkness of the night pressed in around her as she yanked her car door open. All she could think about was getting to his house. She needed to see him herself, to watch him crumble before her, look her in the eyes and explain himself.

The car bolted to life as the engine roared loud cutting through the unusual silence. Snow flakes fell out the dark sky landing on her windows as her windscreen cleared them away.

Tears iced on her cheeks, she didn't want to cry but she couldn't stop herself. It was out of her control.

She hated crying over a cheating boyfriend and a cheating best friend, but she could not help herself. The tears just kept flowing out regardless of how much She tried to push them back.

Her mind raced with a thousand thoughts, and over a billion questions. all screaming out for action. They all rather seemed impulsive and emotional.

The only thing that was clear was she wasn't going to let this slide. She couldn't, she was going to break Jayson's head with her fucking hammer and murder Christina with her bear hands.

She broke into more tears as she thought of Christina.

"How can she do this to me? She is my backbone, my everything.

The house loomed ahead, its windows dark and silent. Her brain conjured up memories she had made in it, memories of the rooms they had made love together in, memories of how she found a ring in his drawer, the one in his room where she had spent most of her nights in the past few years.

His presence loomed over her. She feared she'll crumble in his arms crying like a fucking pussy, yelling at him instead of proceeding with her plan to bash his head with a fucking hammer.

Serena's hands were shaking violently, but her grip on the hammer she had grabbed from the garage was firm, firm enough to shatter both of them just the way they shattered her.

Her heart hammered in her chest hitting and banging as she approached the door. The hammer was just an extension of her rage and outbursts, of all the things she wanted to say to him.

She raised it and brought it down with a loud bang that echoed through the still night.

Bang

She slammed it hard against the door again, feeling a slight release of tension, but it was still not enough, it couldn't be. She wasn't done yet. She needed answers immediately.

She breaths in hardly, her chest burning with rage and emotions. She raised the hammer once more, ready to knock down everything that stood in her way.

"What the fuck...?"

Jayson opened the door in anger. His handsome face twisted enraged, he came out armed, he obviously wanted to teach the person disturbing his lovely night a fucking lesson but when his eyes dropped down, falling on her, his body stilled, words seized.

She laughed madly, eyes finding its way past him to the direction of the female voice ringing from deep inside his house.

"Who the fuck is that?"

Serena let her eyes travel back and forth as she watched Jayson stutter.

"I... I... I... swear, bunny... It's... it's not what it looks like."

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

She chuckles loudly almost madly,

"And tell that fucking BULLSHIT to my Hammer!"

she swings it up at him but he dodges it. She takes another swing, but stops when she notices Christina coming out clothed in a towel. Water drops dripping down her skin, her dark blonde hair tightly rolled into a bun.

" Oh... No... Rena... It's not what it looks like."

In a frenzy of emotions, she storms towards her with her heavy hammer, Jayson holds her back as she tries to shake him off, violently flinging her hammer.

"You fucking bitch..." she screamed.

"You liar, I thought you said you don't like Black boys! Then why, Christina? ... why are you with Jayson? He ain't white. "

She swings the hammer around, forth and back, still trapped by him. Tears flow down her cheeks as she struggles for the hammer with Jayson.

Effortlessly, he succeeds in taking the hammer from her.

It was one of the things she had loved about him, he was abnormally strong and athletic, but now, she hated it so much because that was how he could successfully take her weapon so easily.

Christina just stood there crying,muttering

"I'm sorry."

"let go off me!"

she screamed crying.

She wished she didn't know, she wished she could go back in time, back to her perfect life, but she couldn't, it was too late.

Things would never be the same, ever.

The neighbors had already gathered, how couldn't they? It was around three in the morning and her noise had brought them all out of their houses.

Jayson holds her still, his eyes begging her to stop. Slowly, his nostrils move slowly inhaling,

"Serena, Did you drink?" he asked finally perceiving the alcohol from her mouth.

"YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA!"

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