My boyfriend let my female brother steal my emergency inhaler, and I let the scum and bitch end up miserable.
At the party, my asthma flared up.
I fumbled for my emergency inhaler.
But the bottle was empty.
My boyfriend, Liam, casually explained,
“Chloe said her throat was dry, so I gave her your inhaler. Just take some throat lozenges; they’ll help too.”
My breathing was already getting harder, each breath a struggle.
“If her throat’s dry, why can’t she just drink water? You guys are trying to kill me!”
He frowned, clearly annoyed.
“Can you stop being so dramatic? You always act so delicate, like you’re made of glass.”
“Chloe’s right, you’re just being extra.”
I stopped arguing, sending a frantic message to my mom:
“My asthma is flaring up, but Liam gave my inhaler to Chloe.”
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Liam saw the message and just shrugged it off.
“Here you go again with this? Always running to your mom, are you in elementary school?”
He snatched my phone, holding it high above his head, looking down at me with contempt.
I tried to grab it back.
The moment I stood up, my vision blurred, and I stumbled back onto the couch.
“My asthma’s really bad, please help me,” I gasped, desperate.
Just then, Chloe strolled over, still flaunting my inhaler in her hand.
“Oh my, Princess Scarlett, are you *really* feeling bad? Or are you just trying to get attention?”
“Ugh, I told you guys, women shouldn’t be at our guy’s nights. They’re always so whiny and just stir up drama, trying to compete with each other.”
I fought for air, my eyes fixed on Chloe.
