A bit of insight on how it feels to be a mistress...
I know. You all told me.
"How would you feel if you were the one being cheated on?"
"That's just not like you! I thought you were such a sweet girl!"
"You need to call it off. I hate to see you being used like that!"
I know. You all told me. I choose to ignore you, I choose to continue.
"It's ok, I know what I'm doing, I'm old enough to know what I'm getting myself into, she won't find out, no-one needs to know, and no-one gets hurt!"
I heard my dad call me from downstairs, lifting my head above the bath water I shook the bubbles from my hair.
"Hurry up girl, you've been in there for an hour!"
I pulled myself out of the murky water and wrapped a towel around myself before heading into my room. Flopping onto my bed I looked at myself in the window, made reflective by the inky dark outside. My dark hair was matted and wet, my masscara was running down my pale face and my blue eyes were bloodshot from the soaking they had recieved in the bath.
I made my desicion, I choose to ignore you. You all warned me. And, for once, you were all right. Just then a message chirped onto my phone.
*Heya sxc going on holz wid my gf+her parents tomoz will b gone all week cya soon I love you x*
I laid back on my silk duvet, one which he was all to well accquianted with, and tried to dissapate the ache in my chest. I love you? Ha.
*Well I hate you! You use me and you lie to me and if you loved me you wouldn't still be with her! It's me you should be with! It's always been me! Well I hope you have fun this week, playing happy familys because when you get back you won't be seeing me anymore!*
*Send message? No*
*Ok gorgeous cya then can't wait 4 u 2 get back xxx*
I know. You all told me. I choose to ignore you.