No Mistakes

Her hands clenched in fists, her brow raised, and her voice seethed with anger as she said "Get out!".

Too angry to move from the door of the bathroom, water dripped from her skin and pooled on the floor. Standing at her door was Emily, the betrayer and backstabbing friend.

"I won’t repeat myself," Ellen said again, struggling to calm herself.

"I would gladly do that, Ellen, except your mom asked me to drop by," Emily said, not the least bothered.

Taking a deep breath, Ellen moved towards her wardrobe, not facing Emily. She said "Then you should have told her we weren't friends anymore".

Emily turned towards the door and placed a hand on the handle as she said, "I guess you haven’t told her."

"Leave Emily and never come back here, ever," Ellen replied with a hard voice, her shoulders rigid as she tried to control herself. The silent click of her bedroom door closing was the response she got.

Later that night, Ellen barely ate her food; she had lost her appetite. The visit from E