No…oh god, Scott, no.

“Oh my god,” I said.

Chelsea turned around and smiled as her eyes caught mine. “Oh, hey there, Jess! You weren’t around, so I filled in for you.”

“You fucking bitch!” I shouted before I slammed the door shut.

I heard a male voice call out after me, but I just ran as fast as I could.

I need to get out of this house right now.

I ran out to my car. I jumped in, started it, and sped away. I began crying so hard that I could hardly see enough to drive.

After wiping away my tears, I slammed my hand on the steering wheel as I cried out, “How? How could I be so stupid? Why, God, why? Why would you do this to me again?”

I’ll never, ever again trust my heart to anyone…especially Scott Reynolds.