• I walked in the doorway as if I lived there. Nothing appeared to be wrong but what my eyes saw was definitely not right.
    Mandy, my best friend was sprawled across the couch wrapped around my boyfriend, David. I dropped the picture and it shattered like broken glass. Her best friend was actively engaged in a kiss not appropriate for company. One single tear hit the carpet I sank to the ground but instantly got up. Weakness was not an option here. Mandy untangled herself and stood up her eyes full of guilt and pleasure. ‘I can explain” she said urgently. I raised one eyebrow fighting the urge to simply break down and cry ‘That would be nice” I said unfeelingly. David stood up and slumped over to her “Hey baby.” He said oblivious to the situation “What are you doing here” He leaned into kiss me but I pulled away “Get away from me you creep, and go to hell” I screamed back. “I thought you loved me. You said you did at least” Mandy looked at me with despair “We never meant for you to find out.” She said guiltily, “Oh great so my boyfriend was cheating on me for my best friend and they think it’s best to keep it to themselves. Aren’t I loved?!” I said sarcastically. “I’m out of here.” I said dramatically. I turned to shoot daggers at my former boyfriend. “We’re over” I said icily as she stormed out the doorway. Cold winter air greeted my already horrible mood. I was halfway down the street when her tears started to flow steadily. Minutes passed maybe hours I couldn’t keep track. A distant voice called her name. She shied away from it. She muttered a simple 2 words in between her tears. “Go away” she said weakly. “Lizzie?!” the worried voice called out again. Had it 30 minutes since she had started crying? “Oh god Lizzie! You’re gonna freeze yourself!” “Stephen?” she asked in disbelief. He simply peeled off his jacket so he could wrap it around her. She buried her face in his chest and began to sob again. “It- "her voice broke from the harsh winds swirling around her. “It was horrible!” she finished, her tears becoming hysterical. “Shh.” He comforted her. “Why don’t you come home with me?” he asked. She willingly let him pick her up and gently place her in his heated car. “What happened to you Lizzie?” he questioned. “It was Mandy and David,” she said but her sentences stretched out in to horrified sobs. “Oh god Lizzie! This isn’t gonna be pretty.” He muttered as her horrible attempt to explain failed. “Should I call Mandy?” he asked “No she wailed, “I never want to see her face again.” He looked confused but he flipped his phone shut and stared at the icy road ahead. She was soaked from head to toe from the rain when they arrived and she immediately was given some hot chocolate and a down comforter. Soon she was calm enough to explain. “I was just dropping of her picture!” she started. “No one answered so I walked in and Mandy and David were making out on the couch!” Her voice broke with sobs. “Oh god!” Stephen said, “Its okay Lizzie you don’t need to say anymore,” he cut her off. The phone rang shrilly and she heard paranoid voices screeching from the other line. “Yes, she’s here. Mmhm. Yes of course.” Stephen’s mother said and then a pause for the other end of the conversation. A frown creased on her face. “Well…” she pondered, “Maybe it would be best. Yes of course. See you then. Bye.” She said than the voices went dead. “My parent’s right?” I asked already knowing the answer. “They will not be returning from Chicago early, you will be staying with us until their return.” I found my way to the guest bedroom downstairs to calm down. I heard an unfamiliar tune coming from directly above me I followed the music to Stephen’s bedroom. He was strumming on his guitar and humming aimlessly. Suddenly, lyrics poured out from the room in a sickingly beautiful voice. It would have been beautiful if weren’t for their clear and obvious meaning. Stephen, my savior and comforter had written a love song, about me.
    My head grew dizzy and my thoughts swarmed. I stumbled down the stairs concentrating hard on not passing out. But Stephen,is just my Stephen,I thought. Was he deranged? Mentally sick? I questioned.