1) Heartbreak hotel

Tamara was the most selfish, most arrogant and most self-centered person Alex had ever met. She was a hateful, spiteful controlling little brat. He would have never gotten with her in the first place if he knew that she was that rotten but when they first met, she’d been so nice, it all felt like a dream. Now here he was, months later, dumped over a text.

"I don’t want to be with you anymore. It’s not you, it’s me. I just need some space to myself."

He was so angry, he couldn’t even breathe. How could she do that to him? After all they’d gone through together? That was the problem with fools in love. They always think that people will change their personality to suit their needs.

He and his friends went and did the sanest thing around; they got hammered. Thank the Lord for fake IDs.

“I am so pissed right now, I could kill someone,” he said to his friends once they got back to his place.

“Dude, you need to get your anger issues in check.”

“Dude, you need to back off or you’ll be the dead body.”

“Fine, but for the record, I never really liked her; she was a bit too self-righteous for my tastes!” Mark chipped in all the way from the floor, “she broke up with Felix the minute they lost their fortune because she didn’t want all that pressure of a broke guy.”

“She got with me and I’m a broke guy.”

“She called you ‘my butcher’ all the time.”

“Yeah cause she was madly in love with me and lovers have nicknames for each other all the time!” Alex defended; he liked to think that although Tamara had treated him badly, she was just as in love with him as he was her.

“That doesn’t even make sense. She was mocking you because your father is a butcher,” Mark insisted and it pissed Alex off. Mark was such a know it all.

“What’s wrong with being a butcher’s son?”

“She’s the daughter of one of the greatest business moguls of all time. Everything was wrong with your relationship.”

“She probably only just realized that and ditched your ass!” Luke mocked and Alex tried hitting him but he ducked.

“It doesn’t matter anyway, I’m angry and I want revenge; after all we’ve been through, she dumps me over a text?” Alex complained.

“Do you know what we should do?” Luke said.


“We should trash her place!”

“Her father’s guards will slaughter us before we even make it to the gate,” Mark said.

“It’s okay, I know another way in,” Alex said, a sinister smile on his face.

There was a tunnel under the house that led directly to Tamara’s room. A tunnel that Tamara had made herself; well a tunnel she'd had made, herself. Her father did not know anything about it and Tamara would have preferred it remained so. Her father did not appreciate vistors in the house; wanted or unwanted. He also didn't appreciate knowing that his daughters were whoring around. In his own sick, twisted but yet naive mind, his daughters were virgins.

The burden of a father's love.

“Purple?” Mark said eyeing her room, “Unexpected but completely logical, I bet she likes the royalty associated with it.”

“Whatever, Dr. Phil!” Alex shrugged.

“This place is so clean and organized, I almost feel bad trashing it,” Luke said and Alex was hit with some kind of an epiphany.

“Do you know what I just realized; Tamara won’t feel a thing if we trash her room; her maids will just clean it up for her, within seconds! We should just take something,” he said leaning on the dressing table.

“What should we take?”

“Something valuable,” he began looking around, “like that.” He pointed at the edge of the bed. His friends turned to it.

“The crown?”

“Yeah. She’s obsessed with that thing.”

Luke hopped on the bed and picked it up.

“Isn’t she too old to have a crown?” He asked positioning it on his head.

“It looks so weird. The shape is off and isn’t it too thick to be a crown?” Mark asked studying it.

“I don’t know about that; all I know is that she used to wear it when we were having sex,” Alex mused.

“What?” his friends exclaimed.

“Yeah; it turned her on.”

“Dude, that’s so weird;” Luke said.

“You think I don’t know that? She’d always tell me that it possessed much more power than I could ever fathom. Whatever that means.

“It means that your girlfriend was a psycho,” Luke said.

“It doesn’t matter now, does it?” he sighed and they responded in sighs too, “we should take it.”

“What? It looks weird. It could be some witchcraft thing,” Luke said dropping it on the bed.

“No, it’s not. Don’t be overdramatic. I’m taking it and I’ll only return it, if she apologizes or breaks up with me to my face!” Alex said and grabbed it off the bed.

“Okay, but I just hope that we won’t regret it.”

“What’s there to regret? It’s just a stupid crown!” Alex said tossing it in the air and catching it.

“I hope you’re right.”

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