Portia kicks Abbie out

Portia's POV:

I am not believing how my life is turning out. My best friend hates me. I know that I broke up with her and made her cry, but is that any reason for my former girlfriend say that she hates me and cast me away like an old shoe? I have never been so hurt and angry in my life. If that isn't bad enough, it seems that my friend Abbie is condoning what Kaitlyn did. I don't want to have anything do with someone like that so I have told Abbie in no uncertain terms to get out of my room.

"Do you really want me to leave?" Abbie pleaded with me while still sitting on my bed. Her reaction caused me to let go of my door in shock.

"Why are you taking Kaitlyn's side?" I barked.

"I am not taking anyone's side!" Abbie cried out while banging her fists on my bed in anger. "I am trying to help you!"

"I really don't want to talk about anyone who hates me!" I stubbornly growled.

"I'll leave if that's what you really want, but I don't think that you want that."

I could feel my face get redder and redder as I became increasingly more angry at my artistic friend. How dare she presume to tell me what I want! It doesn't seem that she wants to help me at all. Why would she take Kaitlyn's side in this argument? There is only one thing that I can say to this friend.

"Get out!" I shrilly commanded.

"I'm sorry, Portia!" Abbie squeaked as she quickly left my room with a tear running down her left cheek.

Right after my friend left, my anger instantly turned into sadness and I started crying. There is nothing that I could do but sit on my Chicago Cubs blanket with my hands over my eyes. It felt like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders. I wondered how much more stress I could endure before I snapped and went crazy. This had been one of the toughest days of my life. I started to regret not locking my door back after Abbie left because another intruder showed up in my room. I thought that Abbie had returned, but I was wrong.

"Portia?" the intruder spoke.

"I thought I told you..." I started to object while looking up only to see that Kaitlyn was standing in front of me. "Did you come here to stick another knife in my back?"

"Please listen to me!" Kaitlyn begged.

"Why should I?" I wanted to know.

Without saying anything else, my ex sank to her knees which surprised me a little. I noticed for the first time that she had changed into a purple shirt and blue jeans. Her eyes looked so sincere and yet my anger would not go away. The sassy brunette looked like she was about to cry. There was no way that I wanted to responsible for her tears no matter how mad I was. That was when she went into a speech.

"Please forgive me! You can hit me! You can kick me! I don't care what you do as long as you talk to me again!"

"I don't know," I grumbled as my anger finally started to die down.

"Haven't you ever done anything because of anger that you regret?" Kaitlyn wondered.

Kaitlyn's question broke apart my anger and replaced it with embarrassment and shame. How could I have been so stupid to have treated two of my friends like dirt? My mouth hanged open because I remembered what my friend was referring to. One of my biggest regrets happened just after Chris and I had an accidental collision at the start of the year. As soon as Chris and I parted ways, Becca dumped coffee on me because she thought that I had eyes for Chris. I was so angry at that shrew that I knocked coffee onto her the next time that I ran into her. I was proud of myself at first but I was ashamed of myself later since I had stooped to the bully's level. I regret it even more now because I know the circumstances that were dragging her down. How can I judge Kaitlyn so harshly since I am just as capable of violent outbursts as she is? I sank to my knees next to my friend and hugged her.

"Portia?" Kaitlyn squeaked.

"I am so sorry!" I whined. "I should have had more faith in our friendship!"

"What changed your mind?" Kaitlyn wondered.

"The Great Coffee War," I explained.

"Ah, that," Kaitlyn interjected with a grin.

"That was not my greatest moment," I grumbled while letting go of my best friend and sitting on the floor.

"On the plus side, you looked cool standing up to Becca," Kaitlyn praised while sitting down as well.

"I should have found a better way to do it," I reasoned. " I should not have stooped to Becca's level."

"It could have happened to anybody," Kaitlyn comforted me while patting my back.

"I realized that I had no right to judge you so harshly since I am just as capable of acting rashly as you are," I explained.

"It's time for lunch," Kaitlyn interrupted. "Let's continue this in the dining room."

"I have a better idea," I debated. "Why don't I order us a pizza so we can hash things out in private?"

"I like that idea," Kaitlyn agreed. "I'd like one with everything."

I got up and walked to my wall mounted phone and ordered a pizza from Pizza Hut. While ordering our pizza, I realized that Kaitlyn wasn't the only one of my friends that I have treated poorly today. This has been a very long day and I have only made it to lunch. Before I can even enjoy my pizza, I realized that there was something very important to satisfy my conscience?