If Only...(Part Three)

After Brett got over it enough to talk to me, we started trying to work things out again. Even though he still blackmailed me about the kiss and made me look like the one who pulled it on him, we were still going to try to fix it. That's how much he had me. As the summer progressed, I got Brett together with my friend, Mallory. I thought maybe it would get him off his obsession with me. Unfortunately, all it did was get Mallory hurt. I almost lost my friendship with her because he was turning her against me. I still don't think we ever got it completely fixed. After the fights that occurred between us, Mallory broke up with him, confused on what to do. Between me fighting with Brett, having a BAD time with my relationship with Alex, and the crap going on with Adam...I couldn't take it anymore. I was finally starting to see what Alex, Justin, and everyone else had been trying to tell me...Brett wasn't sent to be my friend or to help me. Brett was sent into my life to try and destroy me...yet I couldn't stop myself from talking to him.

Things got to the point that I couldn't even talk to him without getting cursed out or threatened. I was slowly starting to hate him, but I couldn't stop myself from talking to him. Every time we talked it was different. One night, it was "God I HATE YOU!" And the next it was "You know I don't mean it...". I was so confused and lost...I couldn't tell which one was the lie. Brett stopped coming over after he first threatened to kill me. I couldn't sleep anymore, because I was so worried about getting hurt. I hated going outside. All I wanted to do was talk to Alex, because he made it so much better. Brett hurt me so bad that I wasn't sure if I could forgive him. We stopped talking off and on when it came to texting. We still occasionally chatted on Yahoo or through our friend Taylor. I hated talking to him...I hated it. But I couldn't stop myself from doing it. I was his friend. I still wanted to be his friend, even though I hated him. If you remember my blog, Twisted, back in January, that kind of explains why.

Eventually, we stopped talking all together, mainly by our parents orders. They were tired of trying to figure out who was lying and who wasn't. So we decided to stop all friendly communication for a while. We still had the occasional conversation through text and email. Sometimes through a three-way phone call with Taylor. It wasn't often though and when we did, it was always the same. He would blackmail me and try to get me to admit things I never did. I would ask him why he hated me for things that never happened. We'd get in an argument and stop conversations again. It got to a point where we didn't exist to each other. I didn't talk to him, he didn't talk to me. We were dead to each other...