Rm 217, Sunday evening

[fantastic_torch]

He knew better now. She was having an affair. Screw the amnesia.

The slut.

Whore.

His cell rang while he was in the middle of thinking. Glancing down at the number he groaned. He was not going to answer it. He was waiting for his girlfriend so he could accuse her of sleeping around. She had to be. It explained everything.

God. What if she gave him an STD.

What if... what if he knocked her up?

Dammit.

[For the cheater omg!]

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[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

He took a step towards her.

"Yes, because cheating on you with you behind my back works so well!"

The music stops for two point five seconds.

Confused tension was thick in the air.

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

She shook her head as tears started sliding down her cheeks.

"I trusted you! You said you loved me... but you're one of them!"

Savannah made a break for the door.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"I trusted you!" he countered. "And you're nothing but a whore! Leave and don't come back! And Savannah," long dramatic pause, "if you're pregnant, it's not mine."

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

Savannah looked at him, her face white as death.

"If you had wanted to break up with me to fuck around, that's all you had to do! But no, you wanted me gone and my father's money." There was a burst of blaring music. "You didn't have to try to kill me. I would have done everything for you."

She looked at him once more, her eyes shining orbs of pain. "I loved you," she said brokenly.

With a choked sob she ran from the room as sad music played over her exit.