This wasn’t supposed to happen. None of it was supposed to happen, so how did I let it happen? Being


    high isn’t a damn excuse.


    My eyes trail to Noah’s sleeping form. He is on his back, one arm over his eyes and the sheets down to his


    waist.


    A barrage of more sceneses flooding back into my mind. Scenes I have a feeling would be burned in my memory for the rest of my life


    I stand rooted in horror just watching him. Tears spring to my eyes as the weight of what happened


    between us weighs me down.


    My breathing quickens as shame floods my chest.


    I slept with Noah Woods.


    I slept with Chloe’s husband.


    The words continue ringing over and over again in my head like a broken record.


    “Shit! Shit! Shit!” I mutter as guilt and self–disgust press down on me.


    A sob ws its way up my throat, but I swallow it down. I need to get out of here. I need to get away


    before he wakes up and-


    Toote.


    “What the fuck is going on?” His voice is hoarse and sharp, cutting through the silence like a de.


    I freeze.


    A moment passes, and then his booming voice says, “What the fuck are you doing here, Sierra?”


    I turn slowly to face him, and the look in his eyes nearly knocks the wind out of me. Disgust. Pure, unfiltered disgust.


    I don’t say a single word. I’m too shocked, too horrified, too emotional to say a single word.


    He sits up, scrubbing a hand down his face. Then heughs bitterly.


    “Let me guess<b>,</b><b>” </b>he sneers. “My mom sent you to check on me, and you saw your golden opportunity to finally get in my pants; is that it?”


    “W–what?” <b>I </b>stammer, barely able to register his harsh words.


    “You knew I was high. You figured since you’ve been drooling over my dick for years, you’d take advantage of the moment.”


    “That’s not-‘


    He cuts me off before I could finish my sentence.


    “Right,” he cuts me off coldly. “You knew I wouldn’t fuck you sober, so you went for it when my defenses were down. Do you feel better, Sierra? Was it everything that you’d imagined? I hope I didn’t disappoint.”


    His words are cruel, cutting me to the very core of my existence. Noah knew how to crash me. He knew how to destroy me until there was nothing left and I was barely breathing.


    I couldn’t stop the tears, but they didn’t seem to affect him. He just stared at me in disgust, with a sneer


    on his face.


    He gets up from the bed, gets his pants, and slips them on.


    I begin to shake when he starts walking towards me, only stopping a few feet away.


    “I didn’t want you then, and I sure as hell don’t want you now,” he says, each word like poison. “You’re nothing but a desperate whore.”


    I don’t think. All I know is that I had heard enough.


    My hand flies before I can stop it. The sound of the p echoes in the small motel room. His face jerks to the side. The red imprint on his cheek eases something in me and gives me a flicker of satisfaction.


    “You don’t get to talk to me like that, asshole.” I snap, my voice trembling with fury, “You are the one who came onto me! You are the one that begged me to stay! You don’t get to sit on your high horse and treat me like dirt after you got what you wanted.”


    He clenches his jaw, his fists at his side. He is pissed, but I don’t give a fuck.


    “I didn’t fuck myself,” I hiss. “So don’t act like I forced you into anything”


    I grab my shoes, slipping them on as tears streak down my face.


    “Fuck you, Noah “I spit, flipping him the middle finger. It was that or hit him again. “And if you ever call <b><i>me </i></b>a whore again, I swear I’ll grind your balls into a pulp before shoving them down your fucking throat


    His eyes ze with fury, but I <b>don’t </b>care. I won’t let him tear me down Not again


    I stalk toward the doo1


    “Oh, and by the way,” I say over my shoulder, “you were a lousy fuck”


    With that, I walk out–shoulders back, chin high. Myeback may be childish, but he isn’t the only one who is allowed to tear someone down I can give as good as I get.


    I rush out of the motel, my heart pounding, my soul cracked wide open, andpletely pissed. I should’ve listened to that inner voice. I should’ve known better, but I didn’t, and what’s done is done


    Now all I can do is pray I never have to see Noah Woods again.