I ran away. As soon as my eyes absorbed the scene, my mind registered what was happening, and my strong facade could no longer stay intact. My legs, as if they were on a mission, just started helping my body flee away from the scene. I didn’t care that I was running down the street like a mad woman. Nor did I care about the rain pouring down and drenching me wholly. In fact, I welcomed the rain; the little droplets that fell on my skin mixed with my flowing tears that no one would tell that I was crying. No one would be able to notice these pathetic tears trailing down my cheeks, nor would they be aware of the heartbreak fueling these agonizing tears. The only thing my ears could pick was the heavy thumping of my feet on the gravel, or that was the thumping of my painfully twisting heart. I couldn’t really tell. I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the disgustingly painful scene that kept replaying before my eyes. It was as if I was still there, in that room, with their voices resonating together.

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I was so tired. I have been all day at the hospital, sitting by her bedside and fearing to leave even for a second. I just came home hoping to fill my growling stomach with food and rest a little bit. But first, I needed a shower. I let my feet lead the way to where my room was; however, they stopped abruptly while passing by Emily’s room. I…I heard something odd. It sounded like a strangled voice like someone was in pain and I feared for Emily. She was my sister what if something happened. What if–

“Oh, Bennet!” Wait, what!? I gulped; my hands started shaking while my ears started ringing. I approached the closed door of her room, and my ears picked it up again. The voices. Those weird yet familiar voices. “More, more, Benny!” It couldn’t be, right? It just wasn’t possible.

“Shit, Emily.” And here it was. The confirmation of all of my suspicions. I wasn’t making it up. Those voices were not all in my head. My ears weren’t fooling me. It was Emily… Emily and Bennet. Bennet and Emily. Together. They were… They were… They were having sex. They were having sex in Emily’s room, completely unaware of my presence. Their voices wouldn’t just stop. They only got louder. Groans and moans were heard from behind the closed doors. They were so loud and haunting. My fists squeezed by my sides, my teeth digging into my lips until my tongue tasted the blood dripping from my lips. I was angry, betrayed, and heartbroken. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I couldn’t believe they would do this to me.

“Ahh…” Emily let out a loud sigh. She probably thought they were home alone. “That was amazing. As usual amazing!” As usual? I feared to think of what that meant. I heard some shuffling but no voices. What were they doing? I was basically shaking from the inside. My thoughts ran wildly through my head, my heart shattering into million pieces that Emily and Bennet continuesly stomped on with their seemingly ongoing betrayal. “Bennet, Why didn’t you break up with Amelia yet?” Emily’s question popped up suddenly, making me aware of my sister’s intentions. “Am I not satisfying you enough? I am sure I have been giving you more than Amelia would ever give you.” My heart wouldn’t stop twisting, the wound in my chest expanding more and more with each second. It seemed like their affair had been going on for long. This wasn’t new for them. This wasn’t some kind of a mistake. This was intended. They wanted that. They knew they were hurting me; they knew their betrayal would break me.

Suddenly the bedroom door was snatched open, revealing my shirtless boyfriend, no! Ex-boyfriend. “Amelia…” He breathed out. His once stunningly chocolate brown eyes no more ignited any kind of loving emotions within me. Only hatred and betrayal brewed in my heart when his sorrowful eyes looked into mine. “Amelia, I…” his hand clutched mine, the action having me feeling repulsed and disgusted. “I am sorry, baby, I am sorry, please forgive me.” I snatched my hand away from him; hurt flashed through his brown orbs.

My hand itched to do something. Something that I never thought I would do but at the moment, I would gladly let my limbs take the lead for me. I slapped Bennet. “Amelia!” Emily’s gasp had my eyes stealing a quick glimpse at her naked body wrapped with a blanket, then back at Bennet. “Are you mad!?” I ignored her squeaky voice as my eyes eyed the red marks on Bennet’s cheek where my palm laid its prints on him. I was satisfied. I wanted to do more damage to his pretty face. This white-skinned face, carrying his tempting lips that I was sure Emily was biting and kissing moments ago. And her filthy hands probably ran through his brown slick hair. The hair that he would beg me to run my hands through while he laid on my lap. All of him disgusted me very much that I couldn’t stay here any longer.

I wanted to cry, wallow in my sorrow and just break down to try and get rid of this intense pain in my chest. But not in front of them. I would never show them how much they broke me. “We are over, Bennet.” I willed my voice to stay steady and void of any kind of emotions. “I no longer want to see you ever again. Nothing is holding us together anymore.” He broke my trust, my heart, and the love I carried for him.

“No, Amelia. Please!” His pleas did nothing but drive me away from him. I turned my back to this filthy room that stank with betrayal and left.

Yet, my ears picked Emily’s heartless yet meaningless words. “Let her be. Now we can really be together.” I couldn’t hear Bennet’s reply because I was already gone. I was out of this suffocating mansion and running down the street while droplets of rain started making their presence known.

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I stood on the sidewalk of the empty street. Cars were barely passing by, no one daring to journey their way during this tremendous rain. No one but me that is. It seemed like I lost the will to care right now. My ex-boyfriend, who was determined to date me through our college days and promised me a life full of marriage and happiness, betrayed me in the worst possible way ever. Not only him that hurt me but also Emily, who was supposedly my sister.

A tear after another ran down my cheeks, mixed with the droplets of rain that I was grateful they existed. Even though I was thoroughly soaked right now, I welcomed the rain and the cold air hitting my damp skin. I couldn’t help but recall my sunny days with Bennet. We had good times. He made me laugh, bought me stuff even when I didn’t want to, and always ensured I was happy, and in return, I did the same. We barely even quarreled. I trusted him entirely, and he did the same. But little did I know that this was all just an act for the despicable person he really was. Stupid pretty boy Bennet. “Never cry for others. You are the most valuable.” Startled by this smooth yet deep voice, my eyes wandered up to be met by a hard-looking chest following this muscled chest that was wrapped in a tight shirt beneath the leather jacket, my eyes zeroed on the arm that held an umbrella above my head, shielding me from the brutality of the rain. I didn’t even notice when this man appeared or how he took notice of my tears among the hustle of rain. I thought that maybe he was some fidget of my imagination with how quiet he stood, holding an umbrella over my head. “You shouldn’t have shed a tear.” Damn, his voice. It was so velvety yet deep and sexy. His voice held this kind of authority that made my insides twist with something unfamiliar. It was smooth yet rough. Gentle yet dangerous. I couldn’t decide. He only uttered a few words, and my head went into a conflicting spiral; his voice was very contrasting, very tempting, and challenging. I wished I could see his face, but he was so tall, and my eyes were completely blurry and puffy. I squinted my eyes a couple of times, willing my sight to adjust so that I could put a face to that sweet voice, but once my eyes were open, he was gone along with the rain. The only thing that left as a reminder of his existence was the aromatic smell that engulfed me from his closeness. It was an odd mixture of mint and something fresh, like the smell of freshly cut grass after a rainy day, and how ironic is that? I met him on a rainy day, and his addicting smell that overpowered my senses basically reminded me of the after effect of rains and damp grass. I inhaled a long whiff of his smell once more, allowing it to calm my senses. I wish he had stayed longer; I didn’t even get to thank him.

Forced out of my moment of serenity, the blaring sound of my phone alerted me. I took the phone out of my pants pocket and watched the screen lighting with my foster mother’s name. I didn’t want to answer her call. I wasn’t ready to face it all again. Not to mention, I was merely the foster daughter while Emily was their biological daughter. Thus, something bad would happen to me and not Emily. I wasn’t as lucky as her; I knew it. Seeing how determined she was, I decided to answer the call. “Come home immediately!” Not even a hello or anything. Just this sentence, then she hung up. This wasn’t good. I was in trouble.