You know i make you wanna scream..

I felt psychically sick.
There stood Zacky, up against Isabelle, kissing her passionately, his hands on her ass and her hands around his neck, at the corner of the basement. They didn't even notice the light turn on, and he began to kiss her neck, just like he did to me. I felt anger bubbling up inside me, as well as tears.
'What the fuck is this?' I growled, with a heartbroken tone in the growl, still standing at the bottom of the steps.
Zacky pulled away and swung around, looking at me, a look of terror on his face. 'El - Eleanor, I'm sorry, please let me exp-'
'Save it. You two have a good fucking life together.' I ran up the steps as quickly as I could, but I could hear footsteps behind me. 'Eleanor, wait!'
I closed the basement door and ran through the hall, through the crowds of loud, drunk people and out the front door, into the cool evening air.

I felt my stomach churn and I bent over as I puked into the bush outside the door. Irony. My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a message from Zacky. I began to sob as I saw my wallpaper, which was me and him. The message said 'please just let me explain, it's not what it seems.' I felt more tears build up and a lump form at the back of my throat. I didn't understand what else it could be. He was obviously cheating on me with her.
I heard the front door open, then slam, and as I turned around, expecting it to be a grovelling Zacky, it was Matt. He looked livid.
As I went to speak, he looked at me, looking really worried. 'What's wrong?' he said, as he walked towards me.
I went to speak, but then realized I couldn't because I was crying too much. He wrapped his arms around me. I buried my head in his muscular chest as I cried, and cried, and cried.
'What happened?' he whispered.
'Zacky and Isabelle happened.In the basement.' I sighed, trying not to cry.
'That motherfucker. If it helps I just caught Val and Anthony fucking in the shed.'
I pulled away from his hug. 'What?'
He shook his head, sighing. 'Just when I thought I knew one of my best friends and my wife.'
'What did she do when you caught her?'
Matt snorted. 'She did the whole let me explain thing, but I just walked away before I fucking killed that bastard. I knew coming out here would be the best thing, cos there'd be no one else - or so I thought.'
'Sorry.' I said, wiping my mascara from my cheeks.
'I can't fucking believe Zacky. What the fuck is he doing with that whore? Just when things go right for him, he fucks it all up.'
I felt tears spring again.He hugged me again. 'I'm sorry, I'll stop talking about him. I'm gonna end the party now, I think everyone's drunk enough and enough's happened already, we don't need anything more.' Matt pushed my hair back from my face. 'It'll be okay, El.'
I snorted. 'I wish.'

We walked back into the house, and Matt walked towards the sitting room, while I just stood in the hall, feeling alone in the crowded room. Then, I saw Zacky, standing at the top of the staircase, what looked like arguing with Isabelle. He looked down to where I was standing, and started to sprint down the staircase towards me. I pushed into the crowds, trying to lose him, but soon felt a hand on my shoulder. 'Eleanor, please, I'm sorry. Talk to me, I need to explain what happened. Please.' I could hear the desperation and terror in his voice, which made me want to cry and hit him at the same time. He tried to hold my hand.
'Get your hand off me.' I stared at him angrily, tears rolling down my cheeks, then walked away,towards the stairs, leaving him standing there. I walked up the stairs, into the empty hallway, and opened a door which appeared to be a bedroom of sorts. I closed the door behind me, and walked over to the bed, lay down on it, and began to cry again, feeling like my heart had just been ripped out by Zacky.

Notes

isabelle you slut -.-