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Part 5

I flew out of the woods. I think the mist was rolling in because I could barely see. I...I was so livid, but at the same time so...sad. I knew in my heart, and head, that it was over. Whatever Brent and I had or didn't have was over. Plain and simple. I could still see Sam on the ground licking his lips while Brent's muzzle was twisted into a cocky smile, one I used to love to see. Though I think replaying it in my head over and over again made the faces distorted; now I saw Sam looking straight at me as he had my boy- ex boyfriend's cock in his mouth.

"Scout!" Kit called after me. "Scout, slow down."

"No, Kit, I'm fucking done," I growled.

He grabbed my arm and roughly turned me around. "Scout."

I looked into his eyes and they looked sympathetic, with a hint of pity of course. But most of all, the warmth I felt with Brent was just warmth anyone could give. Kit's gaze resonated that warmth, but it was a friendly warmth. I don't even know how to describe it except that the only thought I had was: he actually cares. He wasn't fake. He wasn't trying to get into my pants. He wasn't trying to get me to do him a favor. He cared.

_ That's the difference, idiot._

I slouched forward and buried my muzzle in his shoulder. I shuddered and let the tears mat the fur under my eyes. I wrapped my arms around his waist and he wrapper his around my shoulders. They felt warm and safe. Just like Brent's used to feel. But that didn't help to stop the crying. Honestly, it made me cry more. Everything I thought I had with Brent was pretty much a lie. A shitty, fairy-tale of a lie. The dates and sex, the compliments, the gifts; they were all synonymous to the word lie. It's like some fucked up maniac wrote this story about two people falling in 'love', but have one be sincere and the other cheat his way to a new form of STD.

I guess that's why I was crying. It had nothing to do with Brent. Thinking about it, I'd been calling myself an idiot all the way through the forest. That and how easy I was to manipulate. He'd been lying to me for what, two and a half, three years? How stupid can someone be to not see what was going on? And...how long has it been going on? Have I just been some label? Just something that prick could stick on his chest and take off whenever it pleased him. God I'm an idiot.

As if an answer to my thoughts, Kit said, "It's not your fault."

"Yeah...it is," I croaked.

"No, it's not," he said again, more defiance in his voice. He ripped me off of him and held me level. His eyes bore into mine. "It's not and you know it. Sure you should've left him when you had the chance, but you didn't. What happened back there was not your fault. You're too good for an asshole like that."

I know it was supposed to cheer me up, but it just made me jump back onto him and feel my eyes burn. The loss of tears left my eyes red and dry and all I wanted to do was go back to the cabin and be alone for a while.

And, again, Kit answered my mind. "You're going to stay with me tonight."

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I took Kit's offer and decided to spend the night with him, but first I just wanted to be alone. I fell onto the bed, face first, and wrapped my arms around the soft pillow.

So stupid. So, so, stupid.

I heard the door open and I thought it was Kit coming over to get my stuff for me. I buried my head deeper in the pillow. "Kit, just give me a few minutes, okay?" I mumbled.

"Scout..."

The voice was lower and more...sadistic. I looked up and the large muscular frame in the doorway sent my fur prickling. When I saw his soft eyes looking apologetically at me, I wanted to throw up in his face. I almost growled, but I stopped myself. It seems I do have some self-control.

"Scout, listen, about that-"

"Don't even start," I said. I got up and crossed the room to my suitcase and began piling the clothes in as fast as possible. "I don't want your apologies or even excuses. Just get lost."

"Hey, I'm trying to have a conversation with you," he said, his tone growing deeper. "Listen, whatever happened with Sam- that guy, meant nothing. I know I shouldv'e told you about the bonfire. And I know I shouldn't have hooked up with Sam..."

Oh my God, is he giving me the same apology that he gave after the restaurant?

"...you are the only one that I want to be with. When I'm with you I feel so alive and excited and I don't know...happy. Whatever happened with Same meant nothing. And I mean nothing. I wanted to tell you everything but I just couldn't. I couldn't lose you."

He mother fucking is. He is using almost the exact same speech he gave me after I found out the first time. I wouldn't be surprised if he got it off of some late night drama, or his friends told him about it when their girlfriends found out about them cheating.

_ Fucking idiot._ "Fucking idiot," I growled.

I swiveled around to face him and was strangely proud at the shock on that smug muzzle of his.

_ Do you have any idea what an inconsiderate asshole you are..._

I felt something just click within me and I opened my mouth and let the thoughts shoot out. "Do you have any idea of what an inconsiderate asshole you are?You have no disregard for anyone but yourself- oh, I'm sorry, you, your dick, and your friends who want to get you laid and have no qualms about cheating. I swear, the next time I see you, you're going to have a big sweater made out of some exotic leather with a large fuzzy hat and a cane, walking your whores down the street and soliciting people for money. You have lied to me for three years, you fucking asshole. Three fucking years. Were you ever going to even tell me yourself if you hadn't gotten caught the first time, or even now? Or were you going to keep fucking some faggot slut behind my back till we broke up? How many times have you done stupid shit like this? Huh?"

He remained silent and continued to stare at me with his mouth open and his eyes wide.

"Yeah, you've probably done it more than just these two times. And you know what? I don't even care anymore. Whatever it was you had with those other guys or girls was obviously better than what I could give you."

I doubled back and got my suitcase before walking to the door. That was probably the longest walk I had ever taken. He stood in the doorway watching me in mute shock while strode up. I looked into his eyes and I saw them falter. That confident, arrogant persona he had going on before was gone. I bet he's just wrapping his head around the idea of someone breaking up with him. I arrived before him in a matter of five small steps (which felt like fifty long strides) and stood my ground. "You gonna move?"

He didn't. He just stood there looking down at me. I scoffed and almost threw him out of the way. But...I don't really think he liked that all too much. The moment I put my paws on his side to push, and applied a little pressure, he grabbed my arm and twisted me around. I wanted to cry out, but I had to stand my ground. The pain was excruciating and I felt the tears starting to pool in my eyes. His claws were digging into my skin, hopefully not drawing blood; they felt like they were clawing their way through the mucsle to the bare bone. He turned me roughly to face him, his body still covering the doorway. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" he growled.

"I think I'm you're ex-boyfriend," I snapped.

I swung my arm away from his grasp and the pain shot through my arm again. I immediately latched my paw around the bruised area. The pressure relieved some of the pain, but I was still in shock. He had never in all the years that we had been dating had he ever laid a finger on me like that. I lowered my head and snuck past him, barely even scraping his clothes with my elbow. The cool, midnight air blasted me to the bone. I wanted to shiver. I wanted to cry. I wanted to do so many things. But I am not going to let Brent see that. I have to remain strong, it's time i stood up for myself. I walked down the three rickety steps and stopped.

Don't do it.

_ Do it._

I turned around and in the most satirical tone I could muster, said, "Oh, and since all the blood left you're brain and went down there, which was probably not a lot, by the way, this is me breaking up with you."

He looked like I just punched his grandmother. He didn't say a word, just watched me walk away. Didn't try and stop me. He probably could figure it out though. It was over.

_ Good for you._

I smiled until I got behind one of the cabins and leaned against the wood frame. My legs were shaking and they wouldn't stop and the smile faded. My whole body was shaking, actually. I...have never talked to him, or anyone for that matter, like that. But it felt kind of...good. Great actually. Oh my God that felt amazing!

The smile quickly returned, but the shaking kept going for another five minutes. My mind replayed the outburst, thinking of things that could've been said snarkier or better comebacks (I hate when that happens, but hey, there will always be other times). And all the while, the little voice in my head kept saying 'I'm proud of you'.