The Wallflower and the Alphas
Chapter 100 "No More! I am Done."

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Avery P.O.V.

I can't believe what I am seeing. I took my hand over my mouth to stop the crying I was trying to hold in. But I can't. It's coming out a gasp of air and a loud cry.

Why would you do this to me?

Why would you spend one night on a one-night stand? I hope it was worth it, your assholes because I will no longer put up with their shit.

When Emilia sent me those pictures of my mates kissing and making out with them fucking bimbos. I felt heartbreaking, and I felt pain in my chest.

Ouch! I yelled out. I was holding onto my chest where the pain was. I was trying to calm my breathing down from the pain. It felt like my heart is on fire.

"Why?" I cried out.

"Why did I have to fall in love with my bullies and the guys that hated me since I was six years old."

The guys would torture and tease me.

The guys would laugh at me with their friends and not look my way in a friendly jester.

The guys would kiss and make out with girls that hurt and picked on me.

I should have known they never wanted me. I was just a joke to them.

Well, this was the last time someone ever made Avery Maire Williams cry. I am done.

I am. Just. Done." But what if it was all mistakes." I heard Angelica in my mind.

"Yeah, Avery" What if it's all a mistake, and you know pictures do tell a whole different story."

"You know I am right," Angelstar told me. I want to believe maybe they were just sitting there, and the girls suddenly jumped on their laps.

Yeah, that's what happened. Just maybe that's what happened. I was hopeful thinking. But I knew that's not what happened. So, I need to stop lying to myself.

I sighed and wiped my eyes from the tears falling down my face. I can't stop crying. I need to stop crying over them. I don't know how many times I called over them over the years.

I thought they had changed since they found out I was their mate.

But I was wrong.

I was so wrong.

I need to tell them to stop and leave me alone. I can't have them hurt me anymore.

But it was too late.

They already broke my heart.

There's nothing left of my broken heart.

I took a deep breath and let out the air I had trapped inside my chest. I told myself no more!

I am done with their childish games.

I am tired of all the bullshit they put me threw.

I am tired of them wanting to be my friend and turning around and hurting me.

I am tired of hurting all the time.

Finally, last but not least. I am tired of them making me fall in love with them.

I broke down and bawled my eyes out all night in my room.

I buried my head inside my pillow and cried and cried. I can't help it.

I always cry because of Elijah Woods, Jake Stone, Andrew Bradford, and Matthew Steele.

I can't believe they hate me that much. I am their mate too. I can't believe they are doing this to their mate. I pointed at myself.

I can feel the pain worsen in my chest.

Oh, God, this fucking hurts!!!

I just want to die.

It feels like I am dying with all the pain of seeing my mates and all of the girls at the party. Emilia could have got some pictures and a video of the other guys.

No! Avery, you have seen their faces. You know it was them.

Your mates.

I was making out with Emilia's well-old friends; her words were not mine. I don't know if I should trust her or not. I always knew she wasn't one to trust.

But we have been best friends back in the day. I know she would never hurt me like this and make it all up that the guys were cheating on me. I was sniffing, trying to stop my crying. But I was holding back with the whimper and whines. I started sobbing again.

No! Avery! Stop it.

No more crying over their assholes. I told myself over and over again. Finally, I sighed and closed my eyes because I was exhausted from crying all of those stupid football jocks/mates.

I am so tired of this.

I am so tired of the bullying and not fitting in.

I am so tired of the girls screaming and beating me up because I am getting the guy's attention.

I am so tired of the name-calling.

I am so tired of my emptiness and numbness because they don't want me to fit in with their crowd.

I am so tired of the drama of going back in forth trying to protect myself from my classmates who want to hurt me.

Oh, God, I can't believe I let this all happen.

I should have known they were up to something. I wasn't going to be their mate and their girlfriend.

"Avery? You alright now?" I heard someone outside my bedroom door.

I stopped crying on my bed, and I lifted my head and stared at the door.

I cleared my throat and tried not to let them hear me. I am upset.

I took a deep breath and let it out again.

"Yes, I am okay, " I tell them with a smile.

"Well, I thought I heard you crying, sweetie?" I heard my mother ask me through the bedroom door.

"I am a fine mom." I am just a little tired." I told her.

"Oh, okay, I was just wondering and worried about you." So, I heard my mother tell me.

"Well, okay." Are you sure you, okay?" I heard her voice sound concerned and worried.

"Yeah, I am sure," I told her with a smile in my voice.

"Okay, well, good night, sweetie. I heard my mother's sweet, caring, and loving voice.

"Okay, good night. I love you too," I told her back, and I started getting ready for bed.

Five minutes later...

I jump in bed and think about the guys.

Stop it!

Stop thinking about their monsters.

I should go for a sweet and caring guy—someone like Duke.

Huh, I thought in my head. I knew I shouldn't be thinking about Duke. I know I should be thinking about my mates. But then I should think about something other than them.

Why did Duke Conaway pop into my mind?

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