'So throw me to the wolves,

tomorrow I will come back; leader of the whole pack.'

I wake up in desperate need of a glass of water, but as my eyes open, I feel a jolt of fear. The night comes flooding back and I remember that I am in Tyson's bed, I stretch my arms above my head; knocking a bit of paper. I grab it, seeing Tyson's name at the bottom I feel a wave of electricity move through my body.

'She says: When are we going to meet?

I say: After a year and a war.

She says: When does the war end?

I say: When we meet.

- Darwish

I will be back with coffee and food, don't leave.

- Tyson

I smile at the piece of paper like an idiot. I wasn't even sure which poem I liked better.

I get up and get a glass of water before making my way to the bathroom. I rinse my mouth out with mouth wash before running my fingers through my hair. My natural waves were starting to take over the straight, a strong urge to straighten my hair starts to take over. I move away from the mirror and go back to the bed. Tyson's leather book is sitting on his table, I want to look in it but, it kind of felt like reading someone's diary.

The doorhandle starts to move side to side and my heartrate speeds up. I was anxious and excited to see him again, after last night I feel a lot closer to him.

He puts his helmet on the table before shutting the door. "Hi," I smile brightly at him.

His eyes meet mine and he looks exhausted. "Hey," he smiles back.

"No coffee and food?" I tease, taking in his empty hands.

"Shit- I forgot, I'll go get something now." He seems distant and restless, I thought we would be closer.

"No! I was just teasing!" I reach for him to come join me on his bed.

He runs his hand through his dark hair before joining me. Something is definitely bothering him, maybe he is embarrassed about last night. "Bella, I need to tell you something..."

"Okay..." I wait for him to continue.

"I just saw Chantelle..."

What the hell did Chantelle have to do with this?

"I feel like you have a right to know, that she just told me about your past."

"What- what do you mean?" A sinking feeling starts moving through my stomach like slush.

Tyson coughs. "About what happened a year ago..."

"But...she wouldn't do that..."

Tyson's head drops, clearly he has been battling with himself whether to tell me.

"I'm really sorry Bella," his hand reaches for mine but I stand up from the bed.

"I should go," I say emotionlessly. I was fighting off an immense rage, and I didn't want it to come out in front of Tyson. Not that it really matters anymore, he will never think of me the same now.

'Bella, please don't;" he tries to reach for me again but I back away. "At least let me drive you home."

"I'll get an uber," I say before quickly running out of his apartment.

I begin walking along the busy street as my shaky hands bring up the uber app. How could she do this to me? Only Anna, Nora and Chantelle knew about the abortion; I trusted them with my life. And now one of them had betrayed me. I wait at the corner for my uber, the anger only building more and more. Those three girls were part of the reason I got myself out of the depression I had been in, Chantelle knew what losing her meant to me- how could she do this to me...over a guy!

All I want is to go confront her but I know she is still at Uni, so I head home to my voice of reason. My leg jiggling the whole way to try and subside the rage.

Anna knows something is up right away.

"Woah- what did he do? Do I need to kill him?"

I throw my phone at the couch to stop myself from messaging or ringing her. "It's not him that you need to kill."

Anna reaches for me and leads me to the couch; her touch is already helping. And then the tears come. They don't stop, even as I choke on each word I try to get out. "Chantelle-"

"Bella, just breathe! Take some deep breaths first." Anna's hands hold mine and she squeezes them gently to keep me calm.

I take three big breaths. "Chantelle told Tyson about the abortion," I sob.

I watch as Anna's face moves from concern to rage. "Why?" She asks oddly calm.

"I don't know, probably because she has been wanting to sleep with him, but I thought our friendship meant more to her than sex with a guy."

"What did Tyson say?"

"Nothing really, I ran out of there before he could say anything," I wipe the tears from my eyes.

"But why?" She asks.

"Because! He will hate me now Anna!"

"I think you should let him decide that for himself..."

"I will never forgive her for this," I say coldly.

"I'm going to run you a bath with bulk lavender," Anna caresses my cheek before heading off to the bathroom.

After my body becomes wrinkled and my skin is drowned in lavender, I finally feel a bit calmer. I maybe need to accept that what this amazing little thing with Tyson is; is over. He will never want me now, and I didn't want us with him knowing. Not that I could pretend forever, eventually my past would have caught up to us and every time he looked at me with those coffee eyes, I would have grown to hate myself. It's how I feel when I look in a mirror, and his eyes reflect me so well.

As for Chantelle, she is dead to me.

I feel like if I think about it too much, the anger would take over and I would never get myself back. The four of us had been friends since sixth grade, the fact that she could tell the darkest parts of me to a guy; it was unforgivable. The anger and sadness are more unbearable than when I broke up with fuckface, I guess Chantelle and I have known each other for longer, only time will help to forget the friendship she buried with her own shovel.

I get out, drying myself slowly and avoiding the mirror; I didn't want to see my sad eyes right now. I didn't deserve a pity party, definitely not from myself. After getting into my comfortable clothes, I head out to find Anna.

"She doesn't want to see you, and neither do I," Anna says.

"Please just let me in," Chantelle's voice pleads, but I see nothing but fury.