♥ CHAPTER FIFTY♥

Elisabeth.

I'm still in the square, feeling a little calmer after crying my eyes out. I feel my eyes sting a little, I take a deep breath and stare at the sky, watching it open up again after the storm. Being alone calmed me down a bit, but my heart still hurts a lot from being deceived once again by the men I love.

Why does this only happen to me? Why does something happen when I'm happy?

I always question myself and no answer comes. I still don't believe they lied to me, I thought they had changed that habit, but I was wrong. Ugly.

I feel bad for that woman too. She was deceived by all of them, just like me. Like it or not, she is as much a victim as I am. We are two muggles.

I take several deep breaths, trying to calm the pounding of my heart and decide to get up from the bench, soaking wet, but not bothered at all. I look around and walk towards the mansion, with one small problem: I feel lost.

Ready. It was just what was needed! My life is really shit. It's not enough to be a muggle, I have to be lost in this shit. I'm just unlucky with this shit!

I walk a little further and a car at high speed passes through a puddle of water, which wets me with mud.

'' Son of a bitch! '' Scream, irritated. “Fucking bastard. How could you do that? Person without love for others, whore!

I let out a frustrated cry and my eyes find the floor. I'm a sucker myself.

I keep walking, trying to remember where I came from and trying to find that fucking mansion. Out of nowhere, I feel something vibrate in my skirt pocket, which surprises me that my phone is alive after being exposed to water.

I pick it up and see that damn Dylan is calling me. Mercilessly, I decline the call and put the phone back.

As I walk along, I stop to rest and see that I'm in front of a cemetery. My life is so unlucky that not even the cemetery spares me. What a joke. I pick up my phone again to check the time and see it's half past six.

Sigh. I've been away for a long time. Of course, when we're sad, time flies so quickly that we don't even notice.

What a good life I have, huh?

I continue and, suddenly, a black car appears, startling me by stopping abruptly in front of me. The tinted window soon rolls down and I see Dylan get out, quite furious.

Shit, I forgot to break this fucking cell phone and avoid tracking!

“Get in the fucking car, Elisa! '' Grab my wrist and speak all angry.

"Let go of me, goddamn it!" I pull my hand away hard and shoot him an even more irritated look. "Don't ever touch me again!"

“I'm trying to be patient, Elisa. Get in that fucking car now!

I look at him.

“You don't fucking boss me around. But I'm only going into this shit because I'm cold. I smack his shoulder hard and climb into the backseat, not caring if I'm getting the car dirty or not.

He walks in next and I ignore him, eyes fixed on the window as if he doesn't exist.

Who the fuck does he think he is to think he has the morals to talk to me like that? All of them are wrong but me.

I sigh as the car pulls into the mansion and is soon parked. I go downstairs without waiting for him and, when I enter the house, I find the other four sitting on the sofas. Of course I call them out, but I ignore them all and run upstairs.

“Where do you think you're going?” Dylan asks sharply.

“Fucking hell, damn it! '' I retort in the same tone. "Can't you see I'm going to the goddamn room?"

“You're going to sit on that fucking couch and listen to us. '' He gestures to the vacant couch and I burst out laughing.

“Hear you?” What am I going to listen to you for? To lie to me again? I'm tired of being a muggle '' sigh. “Because if you loved me, you would have told me the truth and not denied it. You didn't just fool me, you fooled that girl too. I do not want to talk. I turn to go upstairs, but almost trip when I hear her scream.

'' We do love you, Elisa! But that girl ended up reminding us of you, so…

I turn to face him, tears in my eyes.

'' So if a girl looks like me, do you get her too? That's good to know, Dylan, really good.

I turn my back on them and head to my room. Once inside, I lock the door and with my back against the wood, I start to cry.

I cry so hard that my legs give way and soon my knees hit the floor, but I don't feel pain. The greatest pain comes from my soul, which dissolves in tears.

I feel like shit about everything that's been going on and everything I've heard.

So does that mean I'm easily replaceable? There are so many girls that look like me out there… this is hurting me so much. I hate loving them so much. Shit, I hate myself for loving them all.

I don't feel the strength to get up from the floor and as soon as I lay my body on the cold floor, I'm exhausted from crying so much.