'I cant' breathe, oh no

I can't breathe, at all'

I stand in the doorway, blocking Chantelle's entry into the house. "What do you want?" I ask coldly.

"Bella I'm sorr-"

"How could you do that!?" I yell.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that; but you knew I was interested in him."

I ball my hands into fists, shoving my nails into my skin. "You are interested in everyone!"

Her eyes change from sadness to anger, "first you sleep with Tate, then Tyson! You knew they were both on my radar!"

My hands go to my hair in frustration. "Are you even listening to yourself right now!? If I had to avoid every guy you wanted to fuck, there would be no one left to date! And if you were that interested in him, why didn't you come to me first? Instead of ruining our friendship!"

Anna attempts to grab me to calm me down, but I move quickly from her touch. "Bella you aren't angry at me, you are angry at yourself," Chantelle says crossly.

"WHAT!?" I scream in her face, ready to rip her hair from her scalp.

"Maybe if you didn't choose to become a murderer, this wouldn't have happened!"

I literally see the rage form in my vision, tiny black dots that feel like they are making their way through my entire body; ending with my heart. Stealing the life and replacing my warmth with something cold and dark.

I scream as my fist connects with her nose, causing blood to trinkle out. Anna grabs my body before I can punch her again, and that's all I wanted to do; punch her over and over until my fists were covered in her blood.

Her hand has gone to her nose to try and stop the bleeding, and her eyes have gone watery; threatening to spill over and run down her cheeks. "How dare you!" Anna screams, "it was a tiny cell Chantelle! Now fucking leave!"

"Let me go!" I yell in Anna's arms.

Chantelle appears to be in some sort of shock, finally finding her voice as I wrestle in Anna's grip. "She just hit me, how are you taking her side!?"

"If you don't fucking leave, I will hit you myself!" Anna screams.

Chantelle backs away slowly at first before sprinting back to her car.

The tears begin to spill once more from my eyes, my legs feeling more and more heavy with each second. I start to sink to the ground, and Anna sinks with me; keeping her arms wrapped around my hysterical body.

I cry in her arms, her hand gently stroking my hair with each sob. "I don't even recognise that person," Anna says. She seems to be in her own form of shock. Chantelle had always been a little self-centred, but neither of us would have pictured she could have done something like this.

I'm not sure how long we sit on the ground for, but eventually my breathing returns to normal and my tears dry up. "She probably went to Nora," Anna says almost to herself. Nora would come to us after, the four of us had often gone through ups and downs throughout our lives; that's because we are more like sisters than friends. Chantelle had ended that though, I would never forgive her.

"She's dead to me too," Anna whispers. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who wouldn't be able to forgive her.

The next morning, I wake to the sound of banging on the front door. I had fallen asleep next to Anna in her bed, both of us not wanting to be on our own. Anna wakes with a jolt beside me, "I'll get it," she says groggily.

I slowly make my way to the front door after her, my whole body feeling like it has been anchored to the bed.

"I've just spent half the night with Chantelle in the hospital, what the hell happened!?" Nora follows Anna into the kitchen as Anna moves to our coffee machine.

The smell alone was enough to bring some life back to me.

"How could you hit her?" Nora directs at me.

"What did she tell you?" My voice croaks back.

"Not a lot, you broke her nose!"

Anna chokes back a laugh on her coffee.

"How is this funny!?" Nora demands, maybe we should go easier on her; it looks like she has had a rough night.

"Chantelle called Bella a murderer after telling Tyson about the abortion to try and turn him away from her," Anna fills in.

"Wh-what?" Nora stutters.

Anna hands me a coffee, one that I accept greedily. "It's true," I whisper over the rim of the mug. "She told him my darkest secret and then came around here trying to blame me for everything, saying that I knew he was on her fuck radar..."

"That can't be true..." Nora says in disbelief.

"It is, why else do you think Bella would punch her? I didn't even recognise her last night, it was like she was a completely different person," Anna says. "She put Tyson before Bella," Anna concludes.

Anna makes a coffee for Nora, and together the three of us talk softly about the future and the betrayal. I would never hate Nora or Anna for staying friends with her, but I couldn't; I never want to see her face again.

"I think I hate her more than fuckface," I say after some silence.

"Me too," Anna whispers.