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drives us to a local bar maybe ten minutes from my house. The crowd was bigger than I’d like to deal with but one look at Amber and the sea of men began to part granting us easy access to the bar. After watching Amber take a few shots, I finally began nursing a beer. One of us has to be responsible tonight and it may as well be me although I’m sure this going out was meant for me to be equally drunk. Several guys tried to approach Amber but when their eyes settled on her breasts, she told them where to stick it and they disappeared.
     
    “I swear if another guy comes up and stares at my breasts, I’m going to scream!” She waves her hands in the air like a lunatic before taking a nice long sip of her Long Island Iced Tea.
     
    A song comes on that she swears is her favorite and I’m dragged to the dance floor where we begin to grind our hips to the beat. It feels like someone is watching me but as I scan the crowd, everyone I see is in their own little world. Quit being so paranoid Hope. It’s like I feel Brad is here watching me ready to scold me for something I’ve done but I’ve done nothing wrong. The beer I was nursing is gone now. The lights feel fuzzy and more than anything I’m tired.
     
    I manage to tug Amber away from the dance floor and back to the bar. “This is so fun Hope!” I check my phone, still nothing from Brad. Time has flown by, it’s already almost midnight. I stifle a yawn and Amber cuts some eyes in my direction. “You ready to go aren’t you?”
     
    “I am. Please don’t kill me.”
     
    “Whatever, it’s good. Since you’re coming to the rodeo with me I’ll forgive you.” Best friend ever. I grinned as I pulled her in for a hug.
     
    The ride home had me cursing the entire time. Why did Amber take all those shots? There’s no way in hell I’m letting her drive herself home. It’s bad enough she’s trying to grab the wheel and help me steer now. I’m overcome with panic trying to keep the car on the road.  If she could see herself right now, she would kick herself in the ass for doing this to me. As soon as we pull up at the apartment, I notice Brad is home. Once Amber passes out on the couch, I can’t help but giggle as I think about how he’ll call me an irresponsible and a bitch for going out tonight. I fully intend to tease the hell out of him and then leave him hanging like he did me earlier. Amber stumbles into the table then onto the couch soon passing out. Laughing, I tried to seductively remove my shirt. My plan runs over and over again in my head, I’m going to completely torture him. I’m sexually frustrated now thanks to him.
     
    The bedroom door is shut which should strike me as odd, but I’m so exhausted I’m not thinking about it. I just want to see him and make him pay for earlier. As I open the bedroom door, the sight I see suddenly gives me the urge to vomit all over the beige carpet.
     
    This. Is. Not. Happening. To. Me.
     
    Some Barbie doll is in my bed riding my fiancé like this is the damn Kentucky Derby. The moans coming from them make me want to absolutely die.
     
    “What the hell Brad?!” I screech unable to contain my anger anymore. The Barbie flies off him trying to hurry and cover herself out of embarrassment. “No, don’t stop on my account please. Continue to fuck my fiancé, guess I don’t mind! Maybe he’ll let you actually finish!”
     
    “Hope, just chill the fuck out, ok?” Fire lit behind my eyes as all my rage and anger focused on him. I remove the heels from my feet and there in my skinny jeans and hot pink bra, I throw them full force at his head missing both times. I never played sports growing up. I can’t throw anything accurately to save my life. I wish I could blame it on the alcohol but I only nursed a beer.
     
    I point my finger at him pretty much ignoring the fact she was in here. “You don’t tell me what to do anymore you selfish, insensitive asshole.”
     
    He casually gets out of the bed and