Amy's POV

I kept running, though my foot kept sinking into the sand, slowing me down. I didn't care though; I just wanted to get as far away as possible from him, from Dillon. Tears were streaming down my face as I took deep breaths though it felt like I was more hyperventilating.

It felt like my heart had physically been broken. Yes, we were on a rocky patch but I still cared and loved him despite our difficulties. I guess my hopes for us to work things out and rekindle things are thrown out the window.

Everything we had was just a lie so he could keep me on the sidelines while he sleeps with Thalia, the one girl who has made my life nothing but absolute shit since I came back. It's like our relationship meant nothing that it made it so easy to move on to another woman and hurt me like that, not caring how I would feel being strung along.

Dillon was always the one jealous and yes, sometimes he had a reason, though never for his actions, but I never questioned my trust in him. Oh, how much of a fool I was to think he was committed to me when he was anything but that.

"Amy! Wait! Please! Damn it," Dillon shouted, trying to get me to stop.

I didn't listen. He decided to grab my wrist roughly, halting my escape and spinning me around to face him. He was panting while I was glaring up at him. I struggled against his grip, fighting to get out of it. I didn't want to be near him, nor did I want to hear him speak. I don't know how he was going to defend himself now after what I heard and saw.

"Let go of me Dillon, I don't want to speak to you," I snapped. Dillon stepped back when I finally succeeded in getting my wrist free from his grip.

"Please just let me explain this misunderstanding," he begged. Misunderstanding? We're going with that bullshit? Ok then.

"You want to talk? Fine, let's talk, why'd you do it? Why'd you cheat?" I questioned, crossing my arms and staring him down.

"It's not what it looks like," he instantly attempted to defend himself using the most cliché line. I rolled my eyes. That's a classic quote in the book for cheaters. It's getting old and predictable.

"Oh really? Ok then look me in the eyes and tell me everything I heard was a lie, tell me that you weren't cheating on me with Thalia for God knows how long behind my back, tell me that it's all just bullshit," I demanded. He opened his mouth to speak while looking into my eyes but gave up on saying anything. He sighed as his head dropped down. I scoffed, not surprised one bit. "You can't even look me in the eye," I said with disgust in my voice.

"Listen, it was only one time," he sighed, rubbing his temple while still looking at the sand.

"One time? And what? Am I supposed to be grateful? Oh yes, thank you so much Dillon for sleeping with Thalia one time only, it thrills me to see that you were thinking about my feelings," I sarcastically sneered.

"You're making a big deal out of nothing; you almost kissed Jack and I forgave you for that," he argued. My mouth fell open in disbelief. I can't believe he used that against me! Is that why he forgave me so easily? So that I could just 'forgive' him back for this? This is much worse than what I did because I did absolutely shit.

"You're forgetting the important word in that sentence Dillon, almost, I almost did but I stopped myself because I thought of you; I cared about you, but you actually went through and did worse than that, you hooked up with another woman; you were thinking with your dick rather than your head so don't expect me to forgive you just because you forgave me for almost kissing Jack," I raged.

"This is why I didn't want to tell you," he grumbled under his breath but I could hear him. I narrowed my eyes and clenched my fists.

"And how long were you planning to not tell me huh? How long were you planning to leave me on the sidelines, in the dark, while you had your fun?" I demanded. He was silent at that question. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. That hurt to know he meant he was never going to tell me. I would have been in a relationship that was all a lie for God knows how long and made to look like a fool for being oblivious.

"I didn't mean to-"

"For how long?" I interrupted him. I wrapped my arms around myself, rubbing my upper arm up and down. Right now, I was my only comfort. I was trying to compose my emotions so that I didn't fall apart in front of him. I didn't want him to know the damage he's done.

"Amy-"

"I said how long?!" I snapped, my voice shaking. He muttered something under his breath but this time I wasn't able to hear it. "What was that?" I questioned.

"Ever since I got here," he mumbled, his voice almost inaudible. I felt numb, not knowing how to physically react or even how to mentally react.

"Amy, babe, are you ok?" Dillon asked softly, putting one hand on my shoulder. I roughly pulled away, letting his hand drop. There was a point where his touch brought comfort but now it brings disgust. It was like a switch went off in my mind.

"Don't you dare touch me," I growled.

"Fine but can't we work things out?" he pleaded. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"You must be dreaming if you think we can get over this," I muttered.

"Oh come on, you're overreacting," he groaned. I glared up at him.

He was acting like this wasn't that serious. I don't think he fully understands how bad his actions were and how much they hurt me. He only wants me to forgive and forget. Even if I could forgive him, I don't even know if I'd trust him because how he's acting now doesn't give me confidence that he will not do what he did again.

"You want to work things out? Fine, I'll forgive you and we can work things out like you want," I started, watching as his eyes lit up. I was about to ruin the hope he had. "But first answer me this, why do you want to get back together after cheating? Why did you do it in the first place? What's the point of trying to fix things when this just proves you're uninterested in our relationship?" I interrogated. His face instantly dropped. He kept open and closing his mouth, speechless on how to reply.

"I-"

"Exactly," I mumbled. "There's no point."

I noticed Sarah, Amanda, Jack, and John all run up. I walked away from Dillon to go up to them but he roughly grabbed my upper arm this time and spun me around to face his fuming face. I'm sure there would be steam coming out of his ears if this were a cartoon. It would be laughable if he weren't holding my arm so tightly, almost squeezing it.

"Dillon, let her go!" Sarah ordered with a glare as she attempted to intercept the situation.

"Stay out of this sis," he snapped. He shot her a look that made her tense up and halt her steps.

"Don't yell at her," I defended.

"You know this is your fault for always hanging around Jack," Dillon sneered. I held the same indignant stare.

"He is not the problem and you know that; now get over yourself," I denied. Jack had walked over and pulled Dillon's hand off me. I winced at the sound of a crack from Dillon's hand. Jack tightened his grip as he directed his threatening stare at Dillon.

"Stay away from her, she doesn't want anything to do with you, just leave it alone," he ordered.

"Fuck you, Reece," Dillon spat. Jack let go of him and shoved him to the sand.

"I'm warning you Dillon, leave her alone or else," he threatened. Jack put his hand against the small of my back and guided me away to which I allowed.

"You think you can trust your friends! Sarah knew about it all!" Dillon yelled. That's when I halted, as did Jack.

He glanced to see my reaction but I didn't know what to say. I was still trying to comprehend what he said. It was all processing through my head. I looked towards Sarah where she had wide eyes as she shook her head rapidly.

"It's not what you think Amy, I didn't mean to, I-"

I walked away, ignoring what she was saying. I just needed to be alone with my thoughts. I didn't want to hear anyone. I've had just about enough betrayal today. I headed for the car as Amanda, Jack, and John all ran over to catch up.

I was silent during the time we had drove off to head back to Jack's house. The three attempted to get me to speak but I remained quiet, not uttering a sound. Amanda grabbed my hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. I half smiled to reassure her I was fine though by the look in her eyes, she was in no way convinced of that.

I leaned my head against her shoulder and closed my eyes with a frown. Amanda put her head on top of mine. I felt like I wanted to let my emotions out but I had no tears left to cry. The thing was, I couldn't blame Sarah for anything. She was just dragged into this. That's her brother.

As much as it hurt to know that she knew and didn't tell me, there must have been a reason she didn't say anything. It will most likely be because he is her brother. I was just unstable with my emotions, ready to break down at any point so I didn't want to confront her for answers to know why. I could still snap or completely shatter at any second.

As soon as we got to Jack's place, I immediately went to the bathroom while the others stayed downstairs. They all had that look like they wanted to ask me multiple questions, probably all about my wellbeing, but it's still too much, too fresh in my mind that talking about it is the last thing I want to do right now.

I just wanted to shower and forget this whole night happened. Actually, I want to forget this whole day ever happened. But it's better if I don't go around oblivious anymore or I'd just be fooling myself.

The whole time I sat in the bathtub, I stared at the wall, in intense thought, wondering when we started to go downhill. It's partly my fault but it still hurts. We did spend a few years together making wonderful memories but all of that is gone. He could have talked to me if he had a problem or if he wanted to end things. But of course, he had to be a dick with the way he went about everything.

I sighed as I ran my hand through my wet hair, pushing it back. Once I was done, I dried my hair before putting it in a high messy bun, not caring that it seemed way too dishevelled. My hair was the least of my worries at this point. I walked into the bedroom to lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking back to good memories with Dillon until a knock at the door brought me out of my trance.

"Come in!" I called out. The door creaked open and closed before I heard footsteps approach where I was. I knew it was Amanda when the bed dipped, I could tell from the corner of my eyes.

"How are you feeling?" she asked with a frown.

"I feel ... like a fool who was played into a lie," I admitted. She sighed.

"I'm sorry Amy," she apologised. I looked towards her.

"You have nothing to apologise for; I just feel like an idiot. Thalia won and Dillon's a stubborn ass," I muttered.

"You are not an idiot, Dillon is the fool, like a jester; he was a coward, he deserves a smack to the face by the Hulk himself," she half-joked. I breathed out a silent laugh.

"I'm sure the black eye and cut lip Jack gave him was enough," I said.

"The only time I'll give him thumbs up for doing a good deed," she nodded as she raised both her thumbs into the air.

"Amanda."

"Yeah."

"Do you think I made him do this? Was I such a bad girlfriend to him that as soon as he got here, he decided to hook up with Thalia?" I asked numbly.

"Oh Amy, none of this is your fault, don't ever think you had anything to do with this, if the motherfucker has been doing this since he moved here then he was never good for you to begin with, he was selfish and a dick," she ranted, cursing Dillon out with a glare towards the window.

"Yes, but I must have done something wrong," I muttered.

"Amy, don't let Dillon get to your head, he doesn't deserve to even be in your head actually, he made his decision because all he cared about was one thing and he decided to get that from the trash, where racoons usually get their food," she grumbled bitterly.

"Thanks Amanda," I smiled. She returned the gesture with her own smile. We heard a knock at the doorway. We lifted our heads to see the door open and John and Jack standing at the doorway.

"Oh look, two sleeping princesses having a sleepover while they gossip," John joked, smirking. Amanda grabbed one of the four small pillows that laid on the bed and threw it at him. I watched in amusement as it hit him.

"Get out you ass," Amanda glared.

"But how can I? I must make you forgive me, oh please fair lady, say the words that I so long to hear or else my heart will forever shatter," John joked, putting on a Shakespearian voice. He put one hand over his heart and extended the other. I laughed as Jack rolled his eyes and Amanda face palmed.

"You're a dork," Amanda mumbled and stuck her tongue out.

"That really hurts Amanda, why you got to be so mean?" he pretended to have a shaky voice.

"John behave," I instructed. He dropped his head down.

"Oh fine, only because you said so," he huffed. Jack patted his back.

"Good job buddy," Jack said sarcastically. John rolled his eyes and flipped him off before walking over to collapse in between Amanda and me almost sending both of us off the bed. Amanda smacked his back with an angry pout while I playfully attempted to shove him over to the other side of the bed, away from me but to no avail.

"Join us why don't you?" I said sarcastically, giving up on trying to move him.

"Thank you," John grinned. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"How are you now Amy?" Jack asked me from the doorway. I turned my head to look at him and gave a reassuring smile; at least, I hope it was.

"I'm better," I replied.

To be honest though, I'm not really sure. Now, I feel fine because I have people around me who are able to take my mind off what happened tonight. But I know that tomorrow won't be much better. Once the memory comes rushing back in the morning, I'll revert back to my previous state. The fact that it hurt is not going to be forgotten though I aim to hopefully move on from this. Though I should have seen it coming with how distant we've been but I guess I was oblivious.

"Alright, I think we should do something to keep your mind off of things, how about we order some pizza and watch some good ole thriller movies?" John suggested as he sat up. Both Jack and Amanda looked towards me for an answer. I simply shrugged. "Great! Let's go!" he exclaimed.

John got up and marched out of the room. I rolled my eyes but smiled nonetheless and followed after him with Amanda next to me and Jack behind us. John lied down, sprawled out across the couch, leaving no room for the three of us.

"Get up asshole," Amanda demanded as she attempted to pull him off by tugging at his arm but failed.

"Nah, I'm fine here," he replied, waving her off before grabbing the remote on the small table behind him and turning on the TV to start scrolling through Netflix. Jack walked over and snatched the remote from him.

"Get off my couch," he ordered.

"But I need my comfort," John whined.

"I repeat, you're an ass," Amanda muttered as she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

"Rude," John glared. Amanda ignored him and smacked his face with a pillow that he was resting his head on. "Alright! Fine, I'll get up," he surrendered. Amanda smirked. John rolled off the couch slowly like a sloth to the floor.

"You're so weird," I mumbled, shaking my head.

Jack and I sat on the couch with Amanda while John lied on the floor with his head on the pillow Amanda hit him with. It took a while to search for a movie as both Amanda and John kept fighting over what to watch until they agreed upon one, which ended up being 'Ready or Not'. I didn't care what we watched; I was barely paying attention. I was simply staring at nothing through my glasses.

"Are you ok?" Jack asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. I looked towards him and nodded with a small smile.

"I'm fine," I replied.

Not really

He nodded though he didn't look like he believed me. I don't know what else I can say. I can't say I'm cheery. I can't forget what happened. I don't even know the reason for why Dillon did what he did. I mean did I push him away without knowing it? Or was I just not enough? I guess it explains some of his weird behaviours, though just not the aggression part. That's a mystery since none of his parents are aggressive in any way. The two wouldn't hurt a fly.

Time flew by like the speed of light and soon it was almost midnight. Amanda had taken a spot on the floor when John had sat up to eat the pizza and was now sleeping with her head against John's shoulder. John had his head on top of hers as he too slept with a blanket covering the two.

The light from the TV was the only source of brightness in the dark room since we didn't bother to turn any of the lights on. It was not great for my eyes yet I enjoyed the numbness I felt at the moment.

"You tired?" Jack whispered. We were currently watching 'Official Secrets'.

"Kind of, you?" I whispered back. He shrugged in response.

"Same," he mumbled. It was silent for a minute between us as the movie played on low volume. "I'm sorry about what happened today." I looked towards him with a frown and furrowed eyebrows.

"Why are you apologising?" I questioned. Before he could answer, I cut him off. "Jack, you did nothing, if anything you helped me because if I hadn't overheard you two, I would still be with Dillon."

"Yeah, but you shouldn't have found out that way," he said.

"Well, there's no better way to find out about cheating so what can I say?" I shrugged.

"I'm sorry he wasn't the one for you," he muttered. I glanced up at him, staring into his eyes that seemed to pull me in.

Maybe that's not such a bad thing

"Thank you," I whispered, looking away, breaking away from his gaze.