My Worst Mistake - Braden
You’re pretty tonight.
I’ve always loved the colour purple on you.
And those boots. Fuck, Becky, you know they do things to me.
My head jerks up, and I look around the room suspiciously. I can’t see him, but he must be here somewhere. I refuse to let him ruin my night.
Not tonight, Braden
I have nothing to say to you
My Worst Mistake - Braden
Don’t be like that
You used to like my compliments
That was a long time ago
leave me alone
I’m out with my friends
My Worst Mistake - Braden
Remember the time we fucked in the storage closet?
Stop
My Worst Mistake - Braden
We could do it again.
Closing my eyes, I draw in a large breath and release it slowly. I set it face down on the table. This harassment has been going on for far too long. One minute I’m overreacting, unreasonable, and somehow owe him. Then he tells me he needs and misses me, swears we can fix things, and he can’t live without me. This isn’t the first time he has crossed a line and made it sexual.
Our sex life was just as unpredictable as everything else between us. He’d ignore me for weeks, then come back flooding me with attention, suddenly unable to get enough of me. Everything about our relationship was toxic, but it took me leaving to see it.
I’m pulled from my thoughts when the crowd around me starts to move. Chairs scrape back and the noise picks up as everyone moves around the room. Claire collects our answers to take them to the front with Riot.
“Meg and I are going to the restroom,” Hannah says as they stand. “Do you want to come with us?”
“No, I’m going to wait here.”
Meg raises her glass and tips back her head to get the very last drop of her fruity drink. “I want another one of these,” she says, peering down into her empty cup.
“I’ll get you one,” Carson says. “Go with Hannah, and it will be here when you get back.”
“Thank you,” she sings as she walks away.
Hannah’s eyes widen, and her mouth is slack. “What the fuck, Carson?”
“Relax, the last one was a virgin, and this one will be as well.” He turns and walks towards the bar.
“I’d better go after her.” Hannah points to where our normally reserved friend is doubled over in laughter. From what? Who knows?
“Good idea,” I say as I push my chair out from the table. I’m grabbing my phone to put it in my pocket when I feel the buzzof a new text coming in. I peek over to where Ryan is talking to Dillon.
