Regret

Lucy’s POV

I was a bad person.

No, bad was an understatement.

I was a horrible creature who didn't deserve to live.

If there was an award for the most stupid and useless friend in the world, I would be the one and only recipient of that award till eternity.

Sleeping with Lucas had never been part of my plans and now that I thought of it, I couldn't help but feel terrible.

Ramming my head into the nearest wall sounded like a weak punishment for me.

What I deserved was to be buried alive.

Hell, I couldn't even bear to think about what Ethan would think of me when he grew up and found out that I had fucked his mother's boyfriend.

I had ruined a decade old friendship just because I was horny.

Fuck, I could have slept with everyone else but Lucas, how could I have been so dumb?

Now, both Lucy and Ethan would hate me forever and I would probably die miserable and alone, without getting my best friend's forgiveness.

Sniffling, I reached toward the nightstand for a tissue and sighed in despai