I'm In Love With A Murderer by Jeanna Feldhus (red novels .TXT) 📕

“WHAT! HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?” I screamed and swung my pillow at him.
“What?” Alex dodged. “You yell at me for telling the truth? Fine, I will say it again. You are a whore!” I swung my pillow at him again and chased him down the stairs. When he got to the bottom he ran into my brother’s room and locked the door.
“That’s cheating!” I screamed and stomped back up the stairs. I got into my room, locked the door and started crying. I am not a whore! I have never even dated or regarding the fact had sex.
“Knock, knock…” my brother Collin said.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT??” I screamed at him. He waited a while before answering.
“I want to speak to you about Alex.”
“I never want to see him or even hear his name again!!” I shot out. “He called me a WHORE!” The last thing I hear was Collin running down the stairs screaming Alex’s name before I fell asleep.

I woke up with dried mascara and eyeliner streamed down my face and ran to the bathroom to look at myself. I looked in the mirror and the face staring back at me dissapointed me. I clenched my fists together, punched the mirror and broke it. I looked down at my hand gushing blood everywhere. So, I walked down stairs and asked for my brothers assistence.
"Good God! What happened to your hands?!" he asked.
"I got angry at what I saw in the mirror and broke the glass...with my fist." I laughed. He didn't laugh, but instead helped me and Alex was all forgotten until he cleared his throat.
"I guess I have an apology to make. Sorry for calling you a whore, Alec."

Publication Date: 06-04-2012

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