Mic Drop

Shoot Tequila!

My heart was pounding when I spotted him. Ben was dancing with a blonde girl in a too tight pink dress. I mean dancing was too kind. What they were doing was pretty much s*x on the dancefloor as they groped each other. Sending each other lustful gazes. And yet I couldn't look away. The pip inside my tummy telling me that something was wrong grew inside my stomach. All I wanted to do right now was throw up.

Sabrina saw my eyes watered and clocked him too. Her beautiful brown eyes filled with rage very quickly. "I'm going to kill him." This drew the rest of the girls attention to us with questionable looks. But all I could focus on was him and him touching her. I really need to throw up. I rush for the toilets with tears now falling down my face. Bile now forming in my mouth. Luckily no one was in the loos as I launched myself into a stall and my head straight down the toilet after locking the door behind me.

The silence became deafening, till the door bang open. What sounded like kissing continued to the stall next to mine. All I could do was keep my mouth shut as a girl spoke: "Tell me who you want more." Her voice felt like nails on a chalk board, scrapping through my ears. The grunt that followed made me want to puke again, cause I knew them all too well.

"You baby, always you." His voice spun around my head. How can he do this to me?

As her moans and his grunts fill the bathroom stalls, I bit down on my first. Trying to hold in my sobs. I can't leave my stall until they go. I don't want them to see my pathetic self. The stall was still rattling and all I could do was sit and wait it out. Just stuck. What I would give for the ground to swallow me. The panic in my throat is building up more and more making me want to throw up again. But I couldn't draw attention, so my hands went up to my locket. My head dropped into my lap, trying to block out their sounds.

But as quick as they started, they both finished. She began praising him and telling him she'd never done that before. "When are you going to leave your pathetic excuse of a fiancé?"

"Soon." His voice replied as they exited the loos. Leaving me to finally be able to throw up and cry. I feel so disgusted with myself.

The tears wouldn't let up, I just couldn't stop them. What do I do now? Where do I go?I can't go back. I can't face the face of a man who's lied to me for who knows how long. How long has this been going on? Who. Is. She?

Tears streaked my cheeks as I sent a text to Sabrina. 'Loos' That's all I sent before she came banging on all the doors till she found me. She took one look at me, before wiping my tears away and beginning to touch up my make up. She didn't ask any questions, just rummaged through her bag and turned the sadness into something chic.

The eye make up was now dark and sexy to match the red lip. She put my hair into a French braid, just to keep the curls tamed. With a firm nod at her work and a wink, she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bar.

"Philli two tequila shots!" She shouted at the bartender. "I saw him too Bluey. I should have known! I should have protected you! Now shove this down you!"

"He f****d her in the stall next to me Bri! He... I can't think straight." I shouted at her trying to keep my throat from croaking. If she wasn't angry before. She is now.

One tequila down, two tequila down. The burning sensation had no affect on my mood and Bri could see that I needed to leave. She needed to leave too. We both needed to cool as I could see the fire burning inside her. And it wasn't from the tequila. She messaged the girls to let them know we were going. I told her I would leave by myself. That I didn't want to ruin her fun. But she was more worried about me then her party.

We exit the Cinema club and hailed a taxi and headed straight to her place. Luckily not getting spotted by him or actually seeing him again. Neither of us speaking, the journey feeling even longer than it would have been. "f**k it!" Sabrina broke the silence. "Change of plans! Can you drive to Albert Road. Number 14." That was my home address!

I looked at her wide eyes. But I could see the fires forming in her hazel eyes. The vibrations she sent off were angry. No furious was what she is right now. No one should probably poke her right now, cause she might just snap. The taxi driver just nodded his head and changed the location without uttering a word to her. Even I didn't argue.

"The girls will be joining us there." I must have looked confused and a tiny bit scared as she continued, "I texted them."

The rest of the drive was quite intense. But just as we were pulling up, so did the rest of the girls. Who by the looks of it told their driver to keep the car running as their taxi driver was chatting to them with a cigarette in his mouth. And when we got out of ours Sabrina told our taxi driver to do the same, so he went to stand with the other.

"Key." She demanded at me.

"You haven't explained what's going on." I said to her as I handed the key over. Lisa, Flora and Hetty all trailed behind in their high heels. Somehow still looking like goddesses.

"Flora, you head for the kitchen... Grab anything you think will be a nuisance to lose. Lisa and Hetty, same goes for you in the living room, but get any family photos of Bluey's. Once done join me and Bluey in the bedroom." She clapped her hands and they all got to work. She dragged me behind her and enter my bedroom.

The white light walls now made this room feel so dark. It was trying to suck me into the sorrow that kept creeping up and getting stuck in my throat, like a lump. I wondered if he ever did it here... In my bed. If he did it was f*****g disgusting of him. My emotions were starting to join Bri's anger. I looked over at her and she gave me a squeeze. "Cry later Bluey." She spoke softly to me. "Right now I need you to grab as many bags as you can and stuff as many clothes as you can. It doesn't have to be neat. We just need to be out of here before he comes home."

I nodded at her, which feels like a reoccurring theme tonight. Me following blindly as she pulls me together. My mind is numb and also screaming at me as I just take my clothes out of the draws and shove them in a bin liner. The more I grab, the angier I got.

This is where he had been? This is what he had been up to! No wonder we were struggling to stay a float, when he had been spending everything on a floozy!!

HOW f*****g DARE HE!!

How f*****g dare he do this to me! And everything I did for that man!

Anger burns in me, so I ran out of the room and grabbed four glasses. Heading for the liquor cabinet, I shouted; "Who's up for tequila?!" Opening the bottle and downed a shot first. Three tequila down!