Work Hard, Play Harder
Faking
~Brynn~
i can't fake the fact that Sam looked heartbroken at the sight of Zayn kissing Tiffany. Dumb whore... Dumb fucking slut. I swear on everything... That bitch is about to get a taste of my ducking fist. My fist is gonna slam into her face so hard that no one will be able to tell which is which. As I walked into the apartment after court I couldn't help but almost cry as Sam ran away. Liam had told her that Zayn and Tiff were... Well yeah, you know. Anger burned deep inside me, and for the first time... I felt the need to do something. Tiffany had used her last free card, the bitch needs to die. Without warning I rushed upstairs to the room I knew was Zayn's, ignoring the call of Liam and Harry behind me. I was so past done... I wish I could tell everyone how many shits I don't give. We had gotten rid of our father problem... Now time for the STD infested whore. I swung the door open and thank god Zayn had at least his boxers on and Tiffany had on her lacy undergarments, making me wanna rip her brown hair right out of her head. I marched over and grabbed Tiffany by her shoulders, pulling her off of Zayn so she landed hard on the floor at my feet. The. I pushed Zayn, hard enough so he flew back on his bed "your a fucking pig! An asshole man whore, you know that?!" I couldn't keep the rage out of my voice as I snapped at him.
Tiffany stood up and thrusted her face into mine "what the hell is your fucking problem you slut?!" She growled.
"Right, because I'm the slut. Just keep your mouth shut for once in your damn life!" I had no idea what came over me, I have never ever acted like this. I was always the good kid between Sam and I... Tiffany and Zayn both looked shocked at my choice of words but I could care less. I was livid and I just wanted to be heard for once in my damn life.
"Brynn, what's wrong?" Despite my bitchy attitude, his voice was soft and gentle. "Why are you acting like this?"
"I don't understand you! You men are all the same... Seriously, Tiffany? For Christ sakes, you knew how much of a fucking cunt she was to us and yet you still allow her to fucking use you!"
"She's not using me!" Zayn instantly defended her.
"Yes she fucking is!" I snapped.
Tiffany had choose to close her mouth, and thank god for that. I probably would have hit her over the head with a god damn chair. "How the fuck do you know that?!" He was now angry.
"because, she knows Sam is in lo-" I cut myself off with a hand slapping over my mouth. -oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh holy fucking shit god no- I frantically muttered in my head.
Zayns eyes widened and he sat straighter "Sam what?"
"nothing." I tried to cover it up, but fuck me I had said to much to do that now.
"No, no, no... I-I heard you say that Sam was in lo-"
Now I cut him off "No! No I really didn't."
"Doesn't matter... Zayn would still choose me over you slut sister any day of the week." Tiffany chuckled.
And for the first time in my life, I watched as my fist connected to her face.
i can't fake the fact that Sam looked heartbroken at the sight of Zayn kissing Tiffany. Dumb whore... Dumb fucking slut. I swear on everything... That bitch is about to get a taste of my ducking fist. My fist is gonna slam into her face so hard that no one will be able to tell which is which. As I walked into the apartment after court I couldn't help but almost cry as Sam ran away. Liam had told her that Zayn and Tiff were... Well yeah, you know. Anger burned deep inside me, and for the first time... I felt the need to do something. Tiffany had used her last free card, the bitch needs to die. Without warning I rushed upstairs to the room I knew was Zayn's, ignoring the call of Liam and Harry behind me. I was so past done... I wish I could tell everyone how many shits I don't give. We had gotten rid of our father problem... Now time for the STD infested whore. I swung the door open and thank god Zayn had at least his boxers on and Tiffany had on her lacy undergarments, making me wanna rip her brown hair right out of her head. I marched over and grabbed Tiffany by her shoulders, pulling her off of Zayn so she landed hard on the floor at my feet. The. I pushed Zayn, hard enough so he flew back on his bed "your a fucking pig! An asshole man whore, you know that?!" I couldn't keep the rage out of my voice as I snapped at him.
Tiffany stood up and thrusted her face into mine "what the hell is your fucking problem you slut?!" She growled.
"Right, because I'm the slut. Just keep your mouth shut for once in your damn life!" I had no idea what came over me, I have never ever acted like this. I was always the good kid between Sam and I... Tiffany and Zayn both looked shocked at my choice of words but I could care less. I was livid and I just wanted to be heard for once in my damn life.
"Brynn, what's wrong?" Despite my bitchy attitude, his voice was soft and gentle. "Why are you acting like this?"
"I don't understand you! You men are all the same... Seriously, Tiffany? For Christ sakes, you knew how much of a fucking cunt she was to us and yet you still allow her to fucking use you!"
"She's not using me!" Zayn instantly defended her.
"Yes she fucking is!" I snapped.
Tiffany had choose to close her mouth, and thank god for that. I probably would have hit her over the head with a god damn chair. "How the fuck do you know that?!" He was now angry.
"because, she knows Sam is in lo-" I cut myself off with a hand slapping over my mouth. -oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh holy fucking shit god no- I frantically muttered in my head.
Zayns eyes widened and he sat straighter "Sam what?"
"nothing." I tried to cover it up, but fuck me I had said to much to do that now.
"No, no, no... I-I heard you say that Sam was in lo-"
Now I cut him off "No! No I really didn't."
"Doesn't matter... Zayn would still choose me over you slut sister any day of the week." Tiffany chuckled.
And for the first time in my life, I watched as my fist connected to her face.
@xXDelaneyXx
WHEN are you going to update?
1/15/15