Because I was still a minor, I barely was able to get into Devyn's room. I was lucky that the nurse was so nice - if it had been anyone else, I doubted that I'd have been able to see my boyfriend.
Or ex-boyfriend, depending on how the situation would resolve.
"How are you?" I asked, wanting to give Devyn a fair chance before pouncing on him.
"Okay, but I can tell something's bothering you," Devyn replied. But I wasn't about to be drawn in by those lovely, lying eyes of his.
"So, do you want to explain all those texts?" I asked, crossing my arms. I could tell Devyn was expecting me to sit down and stay awhile, but frankly, I didn't feel like it. Devyn, if he was everything my "friends" claimed he was, didn't deserve any of my time. I'd be there only long enough to chew him out before leaving.
Granted, "chewing him out" wasn't the most Christianly thing to do, but my emotions were running so high that my judgement was getting impaired. I tapped my foot impatiently on the floor, waiting for Devyn's response. He'd probably act all innocent.
"Oh, shut up!" I exclaimed. I noticed that Devyn's heartrate, which was being carefully monitored on some EKG or whatever, sped up a bit. "You know exactly what I'm talking about!"
Devyn's heartrate escalated even more. "Seriously, Nadia, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Esther? You know who I'm talking about. You hit on her and sent her some pretty juicy text messages."
I could have sworn that Devyn nearly had a mini heart attack. "What on earth, Nadia? I have no idea which text messages you're talking about!"
"Which text messages I'm talking about? So you have sent her some?"
"Oh, for pity's sake, Nadia!"
"Do you know what I'm tired of?" I shrieked. "I'm tired of people turning on me because they don't think I'm enough! I'm tired of people leaving me behind in the dust. First Dad, then Mom, then all my so-called 'friends,' then Dakota, and now you, too! I wouldn't be surprised if even God just up and left!" There. Now Devyn knew how I felt.
Devyn tried to sit up, and I felt guiltily pleased when his sharp intake of breath signified the pain he felt at the action. "Nadia, please, slow down! Let me talk to you!"
"This conversation is over!" I exclaimed, whirling around on my heel and stalking out of the hospital room. I didn't even glance behind my shoulder as I left.