“You can call me when you’re lonely. I’ll be your temporary fix.”

Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but s*x and I wanted nothing more than to.

I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again.

He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand, and conquering all over the world in the other.

Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show me how to love.

You Can Call Me

　　I push my hair off from my face angrily and paced back and forth away from her. I honestly don't know what to think anymore, I'm mad because she used me but I still love her. I shake my head off and curled both of my fists into a ball. Anastasia is still crying as I turned my back to her and still hear her sobbing. I'm so angry at her but I'm mad at myself because I can't seem to get mad at her because I'm so in love her. I'm torn up between getting mad at her and not getting mad.


　　"Did you even love me?" I ask her, trying to keep myself together.


　　I looked back at her again. "For almost two years of being together, did you even try to love me?"


　　She didn't answer and filled her eyes with tears. "Anastasia, every time you told me that you loved me, none of it was true, wasn't it?" I ask.


　　I laugh humorlessly. "I take that as a no."


　　I turn my back at her again and wiped my tears.


CHAPTER 146 "Bad" 2