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Once again, Audrey was thoughtful and giving careful consideration to the last words spoken by Mrs. Mossos, especially that last question. A nasty memory came back to her: that of Alex and that whore Janice Nelson. If [i]that [/i] wasn't considered a disrespect to her, then Audrey didn't know what was. 

[color=deeppink]“Okay, so during that one night we spent I never once felt used. Even though I didn't feel like that at the time we were intimate-”[/color] Although this would make anyone cringe, there was no use in pretending they hadn't been, and Mrs. Mossos wasn’t naive enough to think Alex and her had done something innocent like kissing after spending a night together. [color=deeppink]“BUT, I definitely [i]have[/i] been disrespected before. There was this particular incident with a woman... Alex and I had just had a heated [i]moment[/i], but were interrupted. I remember inviting him to my party, to which he said he would consider attending. A few hours later, he shows up at the party, all right… As does my friend, who after taking me away for a minute shows me a video of him fucking someone else’s brains out a mere half hour after what had happened between us.”

[i]‘Oh God, please, no…’[/i][/color]

But it was too late. Along with the feelings flowing, tears began to well up in Audrey’s brown eyes at the memories, rolling down her cheeks before she could stop them. She remembered how angry she’d been after seeing that video, how dirty she’d felt, how stupid and humiliated she thought she’d been. How she’d been too angry to cry, choosing to let out the feelings by hurling the glass vase against the wall. How the only thought in her mind that night was to get revenge on Alex for hurting her so, and the promise that he would never allow him that power over here. But yet, here she was: sitting across his mother, wearing her heart on her shoulder like she’d never done before. Not just that, but she was crying like a loser because even after that bullshit, she’d [i]still[/i] been naive enough to sleep with Alex and entertain the laughable idea that she would be different from all the others.

Where was the guarded, cold-hearted Audrey who closed herself off to things like this? Where was the independent, strong young woman whose only focus was dancing, her friends and her grades? What had Alexandros done to melt all that determination away and turn her into this sobbing mess of feelings?

She felt fucking [i]pathetic[/i]