Self Hate

Fiona’s POV

I felt like a lunatic, following Tim around, attempting to get him to speak to me. 

Nothing worked. We hadn’t even had an official break up or anything.

“What are you doing here?” Tim groaned. 

“I just need to speak to you, please.” I begged.

“Come in.” 

I sat stiffly on his couch. “Tim, I’m sorry I lied to you, but...no one knows about Mitt. I need him. But I swear, nothing sexual goes on with him.”

“Is he who’s always calling and texting you?”

“Yes, he’s very clingy. He’s just lonely.”

“And you make him feel less lonely.” Tim rolled his eyes. “You’ve barely paid any attention to me lately and he’s the reason why. You’ve been with another man.”

“Not like that! We don’t have sex and I don’t feel about him the way I feel ab