ALL THE LIES

Chapter 1

A/N: UNEDITED, REVISING, GRAMMATICAL ERRORS MAY BE PRESENT. PLEASE BE GUIDED.

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The afternoon sun streamed through the university windows, bathing the bustling cafeteria in a warm glow. Shane, her eyes sparkling with the lingering thrill of their arcade escapade, walked towards the familiar chatter and clatter of trays. Dimitri's parting words,

“See ya around,” still echoed in her mind. The memory of their shared laughter, the thrill of victory in the air hockey game, the way his hand had brushed hers in the flickering arcade lights, made her heart flutter in a platonic way.

Then, the whispers reached her ears, sharp and cold.

“Did you hear about what happened at the science lab last night?” A wave of nervous excitement rippled through the group.

“Yeah! They said someone's f*****g there. They heard some noises when passing by the room.” Shane's smile faltered. She felt a prickle of unease, instinctively sensing the direction of the conversation.

“Was it Seth though? I swear, I literally saw his back--” One of the girls started, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Did you see a dragon tattoo? On the shoulder?” Shane interjected, her voice barely a whisper. The students were stunned. It was no secret that Shane was Seth's girlfriend, but their eyes widened with surprise at her sudden intrusion.

“Uhm... I'm not sure, but I think I saw those tattoos .” The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken accusations. A familiar pain, sharp and cold, stabbed at Shane's heart. It was him. She knew it. Those hickeys, the dragon tattoo, were Seth's, his trademarks.

The whispers, the descriptions, painted a vivid picture in her mind, and the reality of her boyfriend's infidelity slammed into her like a physical blow.

Tears stung her eyes, blurring her vision. The laughter from the cafeteria seemed to fade into a dull drone. She ran towards the locker room, her heart pounding in her ears. She pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed Seth's number. But there was no answer. She tried again and again, her hope dwindling with each ring that went unanswered.

Finally, in a fit of frustrated anger, she threw her phone against the locker, the impact echoing in the silent room.

She fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face, sobs wracking her body.

“Why?! Why?! Why?!” she cried, her voice raw with pain.

Suddenly, her phone rang, lying broken on the floor. She snatched it up, her heart leaping with a desperate flicker of hope.

“Is this Shane?”

“Yes, who are you? How did you get my number?”

“I got it from Seth.”

“You're with him?” Shane's voice was a mere rasp.

“Yep. He just got out to shower. He tastes good though :) Anyways, I gotta go now, he's calling me.”

The phone went dead, and the silence in the locker room felt suffocating. The words, “He tastes good,” echoed in her mind, a cruel reminder of the betrayal she had just witnessed. Shane crumpled to the floor, sobs tearing through her.

Her heart was shattered, the pieces scattered by the harsh reality of her boyfriend's infidelity.

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The silence in the house was a tangible entity, suffocating Shane as she walked through the front door. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of wind against the windowpane, was a cruel reminder of the emptiness that had taken root within her. This house, once a haven of laughter and shared dreams, now felt like a tomb.

A wave of despair crashed over her, and she let out a choked sob, flinging herself onto the couch. The plush fabric offered no comfort, only mirroring the hollowness in her chest.

Her gaze fell on the coffee table, a pristine surface that mocked her pain. She snatched a crystal vase, its smooth surface cold against her trembling fingers. With a scream that echoed through the empty house, she smashed it against the floor, shards scattering like a storm of broken promises.

Kneeling amidst the glass, she picked up a shard, its sharp edge digging into her palm. Pain, physical and emotional, intertwined, as she pressed the glass deeper into her skin. Blood bloomed, a crimson testament to her shattered spirit.

With the same ferocity, she began drawing lines on her thighs, each cuts a silent testament to the betrayal that had torn her apart.

Her breaths came in ragged gasps, tears streaming down her face. She stared at a framed photograph on the nightstand, her face contorted in a silent scream. The picture, a memory of happier times, now felt like a cruel taunt.

She reached for it, her touch trembling, before hurling it across the room. The glass shattered, the picture of her and Seth falling apart. It wasn't just the picture that had crumbled, but her trust, her future, her very sense of self.

“I-I don't understand... Why?!” she cried out, her voice ragged, raw with pain.

The silence returned, thick and suffocating, as if mocking her questions. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, a desperate attempt to make sense of the chaos.

“F-f**k you, Rozovsky. H-How dare you?” she whispered, her voice a broken whisper swallowed by the deafening silence.

Her hands were bleeding, but who cared when her heart was shattered? The pain, both physical and emotional, pulsed through her veins, a constant reminder of the betrayal she couldn't escape.

“I hate you,” she choked out, the words heavy with a pain that threatened to consume her.

The house remained silent, a witness to her brokenness, a monument to a love that had turned to ash. In the darkness of her grief, Shane felt utterly lost, a solitary figure adrift in a sea of shattered dreams.

A/N: That's all for tonight! Have fun!!