Warped by Alicia Taylor

She’ll get a kick if she knows she’s keyed into one of my biggest fears.
    Am I just one in a long list of many that Damon plays with? Or is what we have real?
    I am fucking furious. Who does this bitch think she is? My inner bitch is coming out to join the party.
    “You're so fucking jealous, aren't you Leona? You would give anything to be with him, but he doesn't want you. Every time you throw yourself at him, he'll turn you down, because you’re the one who’s nothing to him. He feels sorry for you, that’s all. It’s nothing more.”
    A livid Leona steps toward me but Lacy holds her back. If I wasn’t pregnant I would slap her right across that scheming face of hers, but I have something better up my sleeve to hit her with.
    “Don’t you think we know Damon a little more that you?” Michelle pipes up, looking smug. “We’ve known him a lot longer. You’re nothing but a new toy to Damon and he gets bored with his toys very quickly,” she finishes on a smirk, making me want to claw her fucking eyes out.
    I laugh at her. “Is that so? Well I happen to know different.” I start to walk past them to exit the toilets but Sharn steps in my way and speaks for the first time.
    “We’ve not finished with you yet. You need to back away from Damon before he breaks your heart. I can see he already owns it. You wouldn’t take up for him like this if you didn’t love him. We’ve been around longer, will continue to be around long after you’ve been kicked to the curb.” She pushes her face close to mine, invading my personal space, no doubt to intimidate me. “Damon is Leona’s. He will always be Leona’s.”
    I raise a brow at her arrogant comment. “Funny that,” I look at Leona, “he told me you’re nothing more than a tag along. An acquaintance that never leaves. He only deals with you because of your parents being good friends with his.” I smirk when I see shock hit her eyes. “Yeah, that’s right. You’re nothing more than a family friend.” I look back at Sharn, who is still invading my personal space. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have better places to be.”
    “You little bitch, who do you think you are, talking to me like that? I can have him anytime I want. I just have to give him the space he needs to finish playing with you. But don’t get too comfortable, because every time I snap my fingers Damon will come running. He will always choose me,” Leona says, finally getting over my shocking comment. Maybe I over exaggerated but these bitches don’t know that. She steps towards me again and raises her hand, about to hit me when Lacy steps in. Let her fucking hit me.
    “That’s enough Leona. You’re taking things too far. Leave her alone.” Leona is fuming that Lacy has defended me, but I’m actually quite touched that she stood up for me. Maybe I misjudged her. Leona is about to walk away when I pull out my trump card.
    “Oh Leona,” she turns on her heel glaring at me, “I’ll send your wedding invite to your parents. I can't wait for the day you get to watch me marry the man that you love.”
    The smile on Leona's face disappears the moment the words leave my lips. For a moment I see her resolve crumble. Now I know I have her figured out. She is in love with Damon.  
    Not giving them a chance to respond, I walk through their little group and out the door. Dancing out my anger on the dance floor is my option of choice. Leona’s words always hit deep but she’s beginning to get under my skin too much.
    I’m pissed at Damon for even knowing her. Irrational I know, but I can’t fucking help it.
    Simon fucked with my head today, made me rethink everything. Made me question myself. I don’t like the feelings of self disgust he’s brought out in me. That’s what I’m feeling about myself. I’m a fucking monster.
    The music pulses through me and my feet vibrate from the music’s bass flowing in the floor beneath me. I sway and move to the rhythm, shutting my eyes to