MARLEY

"What the fuck?!" My soon to be ex boyfriend, Jared roared as I threw my drink at him. I didn't understand the reason of his outburst though. Who wouldn't like it if someone threw JD on them? It was considered heaven, at least I considered it that.

"What in the fucks sake is going on, Marley?" He screeched as he dashed towards me. "You tell me what's going on, love." I said sarcastically. "Excuse me?" He asked indignantly, perfectly aware of what I had said.

"Don't play dumb with me," I warned him, putting a hand on my hip. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Jared asked, getting more pissed by the moment. "Jared, I fucking saw your stuff in your car. You were planning to leave while I went to work," I said, emphasizing the word leave.

"So you figured it out," he said, no real emotion backed behind his words. "Wha- what is going on? Why would you leave?" I just stood there shocked. I couldn't believe it, he was leaving me? I was the one being dumped, that never happened.

"What's going on is, you used to be this gloriously smart art student, and now you're just a waste," he said nonchalantly, changing into a clean t shirt. A waste? He was calling me, Marley Sanders a waste?!

"Well, you fell in love with this waste. You bought this fucking loft with this waste! Jared, where the fuck do you get off?" I yelled. "Actually, I haven't in quite a long time, with you anyways. That's why I started seeing Jordan." He finished as he walked outside past me. I got beyond pissed as his words sunk in. He had been sleeping with that Jordan bitch?!

"How long has this been going on?" I asked coldly. "Almost a year," he answered. "What was the fucking point?" I seethed, yet calm on the exterior. "Marley, you and I had it good when we first started. But I grew bored," Jared said, standing next to the front door.

Bored? He got fucking bored?!

"You got bored, so you fucked that whore Jordan whatever her last name is? I can't believe you," I spat.

"He is not a whore." Jared said defensively and I stopped dead in my tracks. "Jordan is a man?" I asked, dead cold. Please don't say yes. I mean, I didn't have problems with gay people. But when they stole my boyfriend, then I hated who ever it was.

"Marley, come on. Don't-"

"If you ever come back here again, I'll rip your lying self to pieces, you fucking...." I shut the door loudly on his face, hitting his fingers accidentally which were on the doorframe. "You little bitch," Jared shrieked and I heard him kick the door. "Oh you have no idea," I said, laughing manically.

"And you better get out of this building in a minute or I'll kill you. Starting now," I growled loudly enough so he could hear me from the other side of the door. I heard him scramble away from the apartment, from the mess that used to be his life.

As soon as the sound of his foorsteps disappeared, my laughter grew louder and eventually turned into shrieking. And then my shrieking turned into hysterical sobs, leaving me crumpled on the floor. I still couldn't believe it was happening. My boyfriend was gay and he kept it from me for a fucking year?!

I sighed heavily, all of my energy was gone for the moment. I was still burning with rage. I slowly walked over to my purse and grabbed the pack of cigarettes and walked to the balcony. Sitting down on the cold floor, I lit a cigarette and let the nicotine work its magic on my nerves.

Being so lost in thoughts, I didn't hear the door open or the cursing as whoever it was walked in. "Marls?" I heard someone yell. "Out here," I answered, not bothering to get up and see who it was.

"What in fucks name happened to you?" Matt, my brother asked. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, taking another drag of the cigarette. "Didn't you get my email or messages? I said I was coming home, we just finished touring and we're back in the studio to record. What the fuck happened?" Matt asked again.

"Jared left me," I said nonchalantly. "What?" He asked shocked. "He's been cheating on me for a year, with another guy. And finally decided to leave me for good, I took care of the situation though." I stood up and threw my cigarette butt off the edge.

"Oh...wait. He's gay?" Matt asked and I pushed past him entering the living room. "Who's gay?" A voice from the kitchen said, head stuck in the fridge. "Why the fuck is he here?" I asked Matt angrily. "You know he comes with the package, Marley." Matt shrugged his shoulders.

"Fuck the package. Everyone else is fine. Him, no." I said as I plopped down on the couch. "You know you want the package," Brian answered, still in the kitchen. "Not yours. Yours is probably ridden with about every STD known to man," I groaned, making my brother shake his head.

"Where's the love Denise, where's the love?" Brian asked, closer than the kitchen. "Come any closer to me and I am liable to rip off your balls. And don't call me Denise," I spat out venomously.

"Welcome to my world, Denise." He shot back. "Fuck off, prick." I spat. "You first, Denise." Brian replied and I leapt off the couch towards him.

"Hold up, kids," Matt said as he grabbed me around the waist and placed me back on the couch effortlessly. "Both of you calm the fuck down and be civil for a while." Matt said. "Sure thing, Shads." Brian said and plopped down on the other couch, food in hand.

"Whatever, but it's your fault for bringing that fuck bag here in the first place," I mumbled. "No names, Marls. Now what happened?" Matt asked slowly. And so I enlightened hin how my boyfriend left me for some douche named Jordan.

"So you turned your boyfriend gay, drove him to cheat on you for a year, then leave you. For his boyfriend, no less. Way to go, Denise." Brian laughed from his seat.

"That's it," I muttered and leapt off the couch again only to be held back by the brick wall also known as my brother. "Brian, I said be civil." He shouted, holding me back by my waist.

"Let me go, I have to go out," I said, struggling to get out of Matt's grip. "Where? Do you have your phone with you?" He asked, letting go of me.

"To see Kayla, and yes my phone's with me. Call me later as long as you don't have your leech with you," I said, heading for the door. "Marls," Matt warned.

"Who's Kayla?" That prick asked with a smirk. "None of your business, you-"

"Marley," Matt repeated and I opened to door. "Heading to the gay bars for another boyfriend, are we? That seems to be how you like them," Brian shouted at me as I slammed the door shut. Someday that guy is gonna breathe his last breath on my hands.

Notes

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