It was least opportune for me that Merissa Maxwell's anger was multiplied in her swift steps as she entered the communal bathroom on the last floor of the second wing building. With her motions fueled by anger and mine with the need to escape, the woman had a greater advantage. I would have been an idiot to assume she might ever come alone, her dearest friend Emily followed suit behind her.

Merissa has a witty way of referencing me. I wasn't surprised by how she called me 'Ugly little whore' or 'Ugly Betty'. In her version, there wasn't any other way to define a woman who allegedly harlotted with your partner. Ugly was dimmed fit because I might have taken it upon myself to ravel in James' company every other night as she laid alone on a cold betrayed bed.

When she finally managed to corner me, Merissa gripped hard on my brunette hair, twisting the strands in her cruel fingers, drawing me towards her and then using her collected energy to slam my face harshly on the rough dirty walls.

I struggled to escape her firm grip but Merissa clushed my abused cheek even harder against the disgusting hardness of the barrier before me thus earning a scream from my parted lips. "Now answer me if you know what is good for you. Did you or did you not open your legs for him?" Merrissa inquired forcefully as she began tightening her grasp, scratching my face on the wall causing me to twitch in aching throbs from the stinging sensation.

The white communal bathroom was warm tiled, bleak uncomfortable because of sewage water dripping from a broken pipe on the edge though the roof was highly ceilinged.

In all honesty, I did it.

My mind has beautifully morphed and dived into the idea that James Andrew Scott is the only cohesive force I want to be drowned by. In my eyes, I see no other. And unfortunately for me, I love him. But he doesn't need to know that and neither does Merissa.

And in this abashed, frustrating but brief moment, I shall painfully and yet sublimely dwell on the knowledge that I shared a bed with this man. That despite the sharp and definite truth that he won't ever be mine, atleast I have him for the few nights he risks it all to see me. If he finds comfort in me, then is it wrong for me to find the same comfort in him?

"You really have a way of wasting people's time don't you? Damn filth." Merissa turned me over and landed a slap straight to my face.

I hissed in pain and attempted to repay her but Merissa's annoyingly beautiful friend Emily yanked my hand away before it reached Merissa's face, she gave me a much harder slap, my cheek ached so much it burned.

"You're nothing but a disgusting tramp." She mocked while tilting my head.

I couldn't decide what's worse, her abuse on my face or her hurtful words.

I was already exhausted but remained composed. I wasn't about to give Merissa the satisfaction of humiliating me more than she already has by shedding a tear.

"I said speak up before you end up in an ambulance." She threathed seriously while choking my neck with her cold hands.

I grabbed her hand that was on top of my throbbing neck to loosen her hold on me. It helped me not, she was just too strong.

I felt hot blood rushing to my face as Merissa's grip on my neck and hair began to feel deadly and violent. She looked into my blood stoke eyes with such rage but I kept a cold stare. Deep down, I couldn't take it anymore.

"No I didn't." I lied.

She let my neck go and pushed me back on the wall.

"So the snake can talk." Emily chuckled. "Guess all she needed was a little bit of motivation." She kicked my foot strongly and I groaned in pain.

"I'm not involved with him." My lips hurt when I spoke.

Merissa moved her face closer to mine as her hateful glare met me. She held my face between her hand harshly bringing more pain to my swollen cheeks.

"I'm not playing any games with you Betty, if I find out that you are lying to me, you will regret ever setting your pitiful eyes on my boyfriend." She stated her claim, spat her disgusting hot saliva on my bruised and bleeding face, and threw me to the cold tiled dirty floors of the college bathrooms. And then they left me there. I wiped her spit off my swollen face aggressively.

Emily kicked my feet off her way with a look of disgust and also didn't miss the opportunity to spit on my face. Cold hearted witch.

After they left, I took steady breaths to calm my nerves down before attempting to get up.

My head ached so much from how harshly my hair was being pulled. I tried lifting myself up from the cold burning floor but the weight of my mystery pulled me down.

Thank God it was already late, no one could budge in here and see me lying on the floor like a beaten up dog.

That would be a shame right? Since the only thing that Merissa did was slap me continously across the face, choke me up and pull my hair so tightly it felt like falling off.

I stood up slowly because of how dizzy I was beginning to feel. I approached the sink and splashed some water on my face to try and cool my burning face. It ached so much and the sides of my lips were bleeding.

My right cheek was also bleeding. It hurt so fucking much. I could still feel the hot tears threatening to stream down my cheeks, but I held them down. I also didn't bother to look at myself in the mirror. I probably looked worse that how I felt.

Did I really deserve this?.

May be I do for sleeping with a man who isn't even mine.

Fighting back was something I used to do. When I was pressed in dark corners, I would fight. When I was surrounded, I would fight. When I was dragged on the mud, I would fight. But there's only so much one person can take alone. It eventually became harder and harder to get up. I still try though I've gotten rusty over years.

I've been accused and framed for many things before. Things I wouldn't dare do.

But this time, I was being accused for something I infact did.

I slept with Merissa's boyfriend. I know I shouldn't have, my conscious and mind screamed No, but I couldn't help it.

Me?.... Elizabeth Wilson...made a mistake of getting in the middle of a relationship. I never stole a penny but have done this.

I'm not the type to plot something this conniving. But somehow, out of nowhere James is at my door step.

I know that makes me sound pathetic. A perfect excuse for a joke. A shameless whore who can't keep her hands to herself. But believe me, if a man like James treated you like he does me, holds the weight of you and not drop it, touchs you the way he does me, with serenity, tenderness , gratitude, like precious cargo......

May be you would also be shameless.

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