Chloe gave you everything. Anything you asked for. She was even fucked up in the head herself, but always treated you right. You should have never cheated on her.

She bounced her leg up and down as she sat on the edge of her bed, her cigarette resting in between her index and middle finger. She looked so angry, and hurt at the same time.

“Tell me who it was,” She demanded, looking at anything but you. “I’ll fuck them up. Then you.” She muttered, she was being dead serious.