18 years ago

Wendy Angelia George, the definite poster child of perfection. At sixteen years old, she was the prettiest, thinnest and most lady like.

She didn't like it though.

She never liked it, but she had no choice. Her mother, Veronica, had always told her to sit up straight when she slouched, yelled at her when she'd sneak candy and told her to drink water every single second.

She never understood why her mother did that; bossed her around and told her what to eat and what not to, but her only thought was that her mother must've cared dearly for her.

Her bedroom was huge. Her family was comfortable but she knew her father, Richard, was a busy man and that it was the only reason why they lived luxuriously. She loved him enough to say that she cared for him more than she did for her mother.

She sat on her king sized bed and looked over to her bed lamp smiling at the framed photograph sitting on top of the table. It was a picture of her and two girls she considered her closest friends. They stood side by side and had smiles so wide, you'd only want to smile along with them.

It was 10pm; past her bedtime, she knew that her mother would be barging into her room any minute to check if she's sleeping because apparently sleep helps you with your skin and helps with weight loss.

She sighed and snuggled into her bed sheet getting comfortable. She glanced up at the ceiling watching the fan go around and around, hearing nothing but the hinges of the old thing and her slow breath going in sync with the tick of the clock hanging on her wall.

She heard footsteps heading towards her room so she quickly turned over and closed her eyes; slowing down her breathing even more to make it seem as if she was fast asleep. She heard her room door open for a good few seconds and then closed back again. She opened an eye to see if the light from the outside was sipping through her room door to let her know whether the door was still ajar or not and to her pleasing, it wasn't.

She slowly sat back up and looked up at the clock; 11pm. Time was going so fast and right now, she was starving. She hadn't eaten any real food all day except the stupid garden salad with French dressing that her mom had made for her. She hated vegetables.

She slowly turned around and hopped off her bed making sure to be quiet. She crept towards her room door and opened it up looking over downstairs to the living room and kitchen checking if her mom or dad (mostly her mom) were still awake but they weren't.

She walked out of her room and closed the door behind her. She quickly rushed downstairs to the kitchen and opened the fridge only to be disappointed when she found there wasn't anything appealing in there except a bunch of vegetables, milk, water and fruits.

"Ew." She whispered looking over the grocery. "Nothing else? Are you serious?"

Frustrated, she closed the fridge. Turning around to go back to her room, she spotted the light in her dads office indicating that he was still awake. She decided she'd go pay him a little visit since he wasn't the one always nagging her to go to bed early.

So she made her way there. She stood in front of the office and tried putting her hand out and turning the knob only to find that it was locked. She frowned, "It's always unlocked." She stated.

Just as she stayed silent, she heard noises coming from inside. Moans. Her mom and dad must be at it. She gagged not wanting to witness that. Moving back quickly and she turning around fast she bump into someone.

She turned around quickly and saw her mom.

"What are you still doing awake?" Veronica asked.

"Mom?" She said even more confused. "If you're here then-"

"You need to get to bed now." Her mother urged her and tried pulling her away only this time she pushed her mother back.

"Who's in there?" She asked slowly pointing to the office; the noises still happening.

Veronica put her head down.

Wendy looked at her perplexed and this time yelled, "Who the fuck is there mom?"

"Wendy please just go to your-"

Wendy turned around and went to the office door starting to hit the door. "Open the door!"

The noises suddenly stopped and Wendy yelled demanding for the door to be opened again.

"Wendy-"

"Mom please," She gritted her teeth, "just don't."

Her mother stepped back and hung her head knowing that she wasn't going to stop her.

Just then her dads office door slowly opened and her father stepped out along with someone she never expected.

"Amber?" Wendy choked feeling her heart ache.

Amber came out behind Wendy's dad in a rob covering herself with her head down.

"Amber wha-" she swallowed, "What are you doing here?"

She knew the answer, she just didn't want to believe it.

"Wendy I can explain-" her dad tried to say only he was cut off when Wendy slapped him across the face.

She was already sobbing, "I fucking hate you." She spat at her dad.

"It's not his fault-" Amber begin to say.

"Shut up!" Wendy cried as the tears rolled down her face like a river. "What did I ever do to you Amber? What did I do wrong?" She yelled.

She turned and faced her mother who remained silent all that time. "You knew about this? You knew and you let it happen?"

Veronica said nothing, she just stood there and cried. Her father hung his head down, guilt taking over him.

Amber was crying as stepped forward and tried to hold Wendy. "I'm sorry just please, let me explain. I can explain."

Wendy felt her heart break. Her most trusted, most dearest friend had betrayed her.

"Don't touch me." She said slowly but Amber could hear the anger behind it.

"Wendy please," Amber cried.

Wendy looked at her mother and father, shaking her head. "You're pathetic."

She turned around and looked at Amber who was still trying to hold her. "Don't fucking touch me whore! I'm done with you. All of you. I thought I could actually count on you but then I find out your screwing my dad-" her voice cracked and she breathed slowly. "How long?"

No one spoke.

"I said how long damn it!"

Amber was crying when she looked at Wendy. "2 months."

"2 fucking months." Wendy scoffed as the tears kept coming.

"My mom and I, we just-"

"I don't wanna hear it Amber! Just get out of my house and don't ever come back." Wendy said. As she said those words it was like her heart strings were being pulled.

Amber sobbed trying to hug Wendy.
"Don't touch me or I swear to God Amber I'll kill you." Her voice, this time, wasn't broken rather it was filled with anger. Hate.

With that amber turned around and ran out of the house leaving Wendy and her parents stand in the middle of the living room.

Wendy turned around and looked at her parents. Scoffing she said, "And to think I could actually count on you dad. Then you go and screw my best friend. I'm done with the two of you."

"Wendy wa-"

"I don't wanna hear it mom!" She screamed.

She turned around and went to her room slamming the door behind her. She stood with her back against the door and she cried her heart out.

"Why," she whispered to herself letting her tears roll down her slender face. "Why me?"

She turned around and saw the photo frame on her table and she walked towards it picking it up. Best friends huh.

Crying, she took out a scissors from her drawer and cut out the third person leaving only two people in the picture; her and Garcia. She looked at the cut out of the third person and squeezed it throwing it into her drawer.

The third person: Amber.