106 Venomous

"You're not as dumb as I thought you were," she said, grinning wickedly for the first time since I met her.

The panic was setting in when I felt angry tears prick my eyes.

How stupid can I be?

"And you're not as nice as I thought you were," I replied venomously. "How dare you pretend to be my friend and then stab me in the back."

"Friends? With someone as gullible and stupid as you?" She smirked darkly. "Don't make me laugh."

Brandy's words cut deeper than a knife.

She was one of the first few friends that I have ever had from childhood until now.

I can only wonder if there is anyone else I can trust after this.

This is one of the many reasons why I have trust issues.

Who else can I trust when they all turn on me?

Throughout my younger years, I was always alone.

No one wanted to befriend me because of my poor family background and timid personality.

Parents always kept their kids away in fear that their children would be influenced by my mother and her drug habits.

In a way, I don't blame them.

I usually went to school half high off of whatever my mother was smoking that week.

And I doubt that makes a good impression on anyone.

Although teachers noticed, they didn't do much back then, not like they do nowadays.

When I got old enough to understand, I tried to hide that part of my life in hopes of attaining friends and fitting in.

But when you live in a small home town where everyone knows everyone, it's almost impossible.

My family history was out there in the open.

What goes around faster than gossip does?

Nothing.

Except for like...STDs and stuff.

I grew up a loner even till my senior year in college because I didn't care about anyone's perception of me at that point.

Not much changed since then.

When Brandy wanted to become my friend, I welcomed her with an open heart and I should have known better.

This is the first time that I have ever been betrayed in such a way, and it sure made me pissed out of my mind.

If steam could come out of my ears, it probably would.

"Why?" I asked again.

The word sounded low and harsh as it was squeezed out through the cracks of my teeth, and probably the darkest part of my soul.

Yet, I couldn't figure out what Brandy's motive was.

Why did she do something like this knowing that Eros would have her head for it later?

She is going to cause her own death in the end if she isn't careful about who she decides to backstab.

"Oh come on, Emira. You really don't know?" she chuckled starkly, acting like this was all a funny joke to her.

But I don't find it one bit funny.

"I really don't. And if I did, I wouldn't have trusted a liar like you," I darkly state.

A deep frown marred the edges of my lips.

I trusted Brandy because I didn't think she had a motive to harm me.

But, it turns out she was just a really good actor, heart bent on deceiving me and getting my defenses down.

Now that she has me here to her mercy, I can't do much except wait it out.

Way to go Emira, you've won the idiot of the year award.

"You were in the way," she stated, her eyes glowing eerily in the dark.

The bitter expression on her face states just how deeply her hatred for me is.

I can't believe I was so blind not to see it.

"In the way of what?" I ask.

The answer was already starting to creep up on me, poking at the edges of my thoughts, but I was trying to deny it with everything I had.

"Oh, come on! Isn't it obvious that a fine Alpha male like Eros deserves someone better?" Brandy paused and smirked mockingly. "Someone like me?"

Wait.

What?

Brandy likes Eros too?

"You like Eros?" The words slowly left my strangled throat, and a bewildered look quickly travels onto my face.