Stephania (if Stephano were a Girl)-8

After Anthony left, I wandered around, since I was allowed out of my room. I was just walking around, I didn't really have a destination. I couldn't have one anyway, because I didn't know the Barrels' hide-out as good as them. But it doesn't matter, I didn't need to.
While I was wandering, I came upon their meeting room. The door was open a crack, and they seemed to be laughing about something. I peeked in to see them surrounding a table with Anthony at the head.
"Good job boss." one of them said.
"Good job with what, Robert?" Anthony blinked at the Barrel.
"With making the warrior think you're in love with her. What a moron. She should've heightened her senses a little. We were all surprised when she didn't fight back." Robert said.
"Yeah, we figured you said something pretty bad, to make her cry like that. And to get her to open up like a flower, that was really good." one barrel chuckled.
"What was her and PewDie's first rule again?" one barrel grinned at another.
"Never trust a barrel!" they all laughed in unison.
"What a gullible little shit she was." another said.
I'd heard enough. I backed away from the door, tears in my eyes, my hand covering my mouth so I wouldn't scream. They were right…and I hated them for being right. PewDie's number one rule….and I'd just fucking broke it. I was like easy prey to them now that I'd given myself up to their boss. What had I DONE!?
I ran away from the room, tripping over rocks along the way. I had to get out, I had to flee…I had to fucking stop making a fool of myself. What an idiot I had been to believe Anthony when he said he loved me, and told me all those petty words.
I leaned up against a wall, catching my breath. Fine. If they wanted to play dirty, I could play too. I wasn't going to believe another word they told me. And they weren't going to make a fool out of me anymore. If they wanted to play me for a fool, they'd have to break my very existence to pieces. No going back now.
At that same moment, I promised myself I'd never love again. Not PewDie, not Anthony, not even my best friend Jennifer. They'd all crumble around me, and I wouldn't care. I wasn't about to fall victim to their games again. I'd put walls around my heart, that no one would be able to break, not again. And if they even TRIED to get my trust, they'd suffer the consequences. They all could burn in the fiery pits of Hell, for all the wrong they did to me.
When I looked up, I saw Anthony coming my way. I stood up straight and wiped away my tears. My first offender. 'Ready to face what you deserve, you fucking bastard?' I thought to myself, as he smiled at me from about three feet away.