You're so horrible. You're so evil. No one loves you. You deserve to die!

Those ugly words kept banging in the inside of Trudy's skull that it was about to drive her crazy. She was so wicked, twisted, and cheap for even thinking of hurting Evangeline. Trudy was so jealous of her friend, there was no point in denying it. She always wanted to get back at her for being better than her in so many aspects; Eva was pretty without trying to be, she was pure and innocent, sweet even, but most importantly she wasn't colored like Trudy.

Eva was never forced to go through racism - she had it so easy!

The only advantage Trudy seemed to have was her family's wealth, but Eva couldn't care less about the superficiality. She was happy with what she had, content and satisfied. Trudy would never be those two things, she was so greedy and hungry for more. Trudy would never be grateful, and that was the exact reason for her unhappiness.

She was in the house's garden, bright flowers and exotic plants surrounding her. Her mom was just like her grandmother; obsessed with botany. Trudy thought it was ridiculous since those plants were bound to die anyways, just like her, so what was the point of living if it wasn't just for pretty looks? Everything is so sadistic and superficial, why can't it be simple and meaningful for once? Trudy truly had no purpose in this life other than emptying her parents' bank account.

Despite Trudy being half-conscious, she was still alert enough to spot Justin creeping in between the bushes and coming for her. He was furious, doe eyes foggy and thick eyebrows tangled. "What the fuck is Zarek doing in your house?"  He came for her, hands strangling her neck. "How come you let him in your room and I never have? Are you two together now? Is that what it is?"

"So th-that's why you haven't bothered me lately?" Trudy chocked out, coughing for air and fighting his grip away, "You were scared of Zarek, weren't you?" Justin is such a scrub!

Justin was triggered, fingers wrapping tightly around her neck, promising nasty bruises. "Answer me. Are you together?"

Trudy just got robbed by her love interest, ended the purest relationship, and was being abused by her ex-boyfriend - how worse can it get? It was a real struggle trying to contain her fragile self from collapsing right then and there, especially since flashbacks from her last fight with Justin in Ryan's birthday party were taunting her brain. "Get off me," she hissed, losing breath intake, "Haven't you said I was done for? You broke up with me last time I saw you, so leave me alone. Please?"

"You moved on so quickly, you black whore," he spat the prickly words before he - very surprisingly - unwrapped his hands from her neck and stepped away, smiling with the doe in his green eyes being as innocent as ever.

Trudy was so confused until she heard the previous detective open the backdoor and walk up to her, suspicion in his old eyes as they gazed at Justin. "Hey, is everything okay here?"

Trudy's hand involuntarily massaged her neck, forcing a smile on her face - no one can know about this, no one would believe me just like last time. "Yes, sir, everything is okay."

"Hmm, if you say so," he dropped the subject, "Anyways I came here to ask you where you found that painting? You were so fast it made me think it was you who stole it." The old detective laughed it off, but the true meaning didn't slip Trudy's psychological skills. He's seriously suspecting me of stealing my own house... Somebody please take this dumbass' degree.

"Haha, so funny," Trudy offered the fakest laugh in the world. "I actually found it in the trash just outside the house. The robber must've realized it was fake and didn't want it anymore."

"Yeah, that's possible," The detective rubbed at his face, walking away. "Anyways thanks for making our job easier. Take care, Ms Green."

Trudy rolled her eyes. "You too, Sherlock."

Justin was following the previous interaction intently, his brain coming up to a correct assumption for once in his life. "It was Zarek who stole it!"

She glared at him, glad she dressed up nicely for she was feeling most confident. "That's none of your business, so shut up before someone hears you."

Justin puckered his lip, sadness settled in his doe eyes that Trudy knew were fake but it scared her how real it looked. "But-but I thought I was your boyfriend..."

Oh my god, how do I deal with him? Suddenly, an idea sparked up. She smirked, holding her head high. "I have a new boyfriend now."

She watched in satisfaction as his pupils broke, tearing up. "No!" he shouted, "You're lying."

"Of course I'm not," Trudy grinned, "Just accept the fact that I moved on, and you need to as well."

He launched at her, pushing her and throwing her on the grass. "It's Zarek, that's why you're protecting him. He's your new boyfriend. I'm gonna kill you both, I swear to god."

Trudy stumbled back, fear paralyzing her. She fell to the ground butt first, pain hitting her spine. She looked up at the tall beast hovering over her, murder written on his forehead. From the crazy glint in his eyes, Trudy had no doubt he would actually commit such a crime. She didn't know what to say to save her self. "N-no, it's n-not him. I promise y-you-"

"I don't believe you," he hissed, "Prove it to me and call your boyfriend right now."

Justin wasn't angry about her having a boyfriend as much as he was with him being Zarek. Trudy didn't have time to analyze that as she had to come up with someone to call - who would play along and save me? Literally nobody, she was so lonely and pathetic.

With no one at her rescue, and with Justin shoving her phone in her face, she was forced to improvise. She had no other choice but to dial a random number and hope for the best. This is a new low.

Not only did she have to dial a random number and call him, it also had to be a boy, and had to play along to the joke that was her life at the moment. With shaky fingers and hitched breath, Trudy dialed the number and hoped for the best.

She glued the phone to her ears, the fact that the other line picked up so fast with his manly voice were such a relif and a source of stress as well.

"Hello, who's there?"

Trudy took a deep breath, staring Justin down and pretending the other person didn't pick up yet. "Just wait, Justin, as soon as my boyfriend picks up the call, I'm gonna put him on speaker and he'll prove me right."

"Oh, so you want me to pretend I'm your boyfriend? Okay, I got it," Oh my god, this is actually working.

Trudy smirked as if this phone call wasn't an improvised lie. She put the speaker on and purred to the phone; "Hello, babe, how have you been?" She could just see how much that pet name hurt Justin, especially since she never called him anything similar.

"Thinking about you," the random person purred back.

Trudy giggled, relaxing into her role. "Oh, you're so charming."

"I have to be, my princess is hard to satisfy."

Trudy actually blushed, believing the act herself. "Oh, stop it."

"Hey, coming over tonight? I hope we don't get interrupted like last time."

Trudy cringed - that's pushing it too far. Justin shared the same opinion since he finally interrupted their conversation.

"Enough, I get it, you moved on, good for you." Childish tears formed in his sad eyes and he wiped them, running away like a pussy. "We're over, I'll never talk to you again. I'm leaving you forever."

Trudy was so happy her poorly planned idea worked, jumping up and down as she shouted after Justin. "Try not to trip on your own foot!"

Trudy could only hope Justin meant those words.

last chapter in Trudy's pov! one more chapter before this book ends!