Vivian's P O V :

Vivian Lawrence! Pull yourself together! That boy doesn't diserve your tears, he didn't even try to explain things. It is obvious that you were just a toy to him, your stupid ass can like him all you want, but he was only in it for one thing and one thing only-sex. I thought.

I was running. My heels in my hand. I was running away from the club, from that girl, from Zayn and from myself. That little girl that was in the club a few minutes ago? She is gone. The good littke girl that I always was is no gone she is dead abd buried. Im a new girl now. No more 'Oh-But-I-Love-You' bullshit.

I repeated all that in my head until I got home.

"Vivian, where have you been?!" My father barked, as soon as I set foot in the house.

"I don't wanna talk about it right now."

"Oh, but I do. Where have you been? Why aren't you home anymore?"

"I've been busy."

"Doing what? No, the better question still, Doing who?"he snapped. Ouch that hurt.

"What the hell, dad! You think I am some kind of bitchy slut like the rest of the girls at school or what?! I can't believe you said that dad! And you know what?! I once thought you were the awesomest person on Earth, but look at me now! So many fucking secrets today! If you don't like that I am always out, then you better start getting used to it, because I am going to avoid you as much as I can. Watch out, you don't wanna get STD from you slutty whore of a daughter!" I shouted. I was all to much, the breakup, my dad, and myself. I was tired of being little goody goody.

"Vivian, don't you dare talk to your father like that!" My mother shouted. My dad was shocked.

"I talk to you however the fuck I want!" I yelled, before storming up stairs to my room. I lockes the door and played music. Loud. I didn't need to hear their bullshit, I was someone else now.

I took a shower, with the music still blasting loud. When I got out I opened my closet and pulled out my jeans and shorts. I cut the shorts more than half of what they were before. And with my razor, I cut my shorts and jeans. I painted my nails a dark purple- a purple I swore to myself I would never use. And finally I ripped down all the posters and pictures from the walls. I pit them in a box and stuffed the box under my bed.

"Vivian can you open up? We need to talk!" My dad shouted, over the the music.

"No! I don't need to hear and of your bullshit insults!" I screamed back, turning the music up louder.

"Vivian, I am here to apologize, just let be in! "

"No! Dont you get it?! I want to be alone!" I screamed, and threw a vase of flowers Zayn gave me. Then I yanked the turtle necklace from my neck and thre it into Zayn's open bedroom window.
There was silence, except for the music continueing to play.
I leaned on a wall and slowly slid down, finally letting go and crying again.

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I woke up the next day on the floor. And ince I saw the mess around me I felt my eyes water. No. I am tired of crying. I am not going to cry anymore. I put on a pair of cut shorts and a black tank top with a plaid shirt on top. Then I slipped on a pair of black Vans. I shuffled through my junk until I found some make up that I once used to play Dress Up with my friends. I put on some eyeliner (cat's eye) and some red lip stick, then when I was done I went downstairs.

"Vivian! What on Earth are you wearing?" My mother asked, shocked.

"Chlothes." I said, with a bit of attitude. I grabbed an apple and walked out of the house, before she could say another word.

When I go lt to school everyone's eyes were on me. Boys looked me up and down, whistled, licked their lips, and said bullshit crap about how they were gonna take me to bed. I walked over to where the gang usually met up. Just because I broke up with Zayn, doesn't mean that I have to loose my friends.

"Vivian? Oh My God! Is that you?" They all said together. Zayn was here and his mouth was hanging open. I pretended not to notice him and hugged Grace.

"Yes, its me." I said, rolling my eyes.

"No it isn't! Tell us, what have you done to Vivian?!" Louis said, shaking me.

"Relax its me you, stupid ass"

"Aren't you going to say Hi to Zayn? " Liam asked.

"No. " I said, without giving any emotion.

"Why not?" Niall asked.

"Why don't you ask Zayn? " I snapped, grabbing Grace's hand and pulling her towards the girls bathroom.

"What's wrong?" Grace asked, immediatly.

"Zayn and I broke up last night. Well, I broke up with him. "

"But what happened, I thought you liked him?"

"Past tense" I said. "He cheated on me, that little fucker. Imma make him wish he never even place a finger on that fucking Rachel. "

"He cheated on you with Rachel?!"

"Yes!"

"Mother fucker! And you are just gonna let her have him?"

"It was obvious that I was just a little toy to him!"

"What are you talking about? he likes you! If you were a toy to him he would have dumped you because you didn't give him what he wanted!"

"Yeah, he likes me soooo much that he fucked another girl to show me his love!"

"Well it doesn't sound good when you put it like that."

"It doesn't sound good when you put it in any way." I snapped, exiting the bathroom. But as soon as I did, Zayn's lips crashed on to mine. I tried to fight him, but his lips were like a drug to me.

Notes

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