Twirling one finger around a lock of hair and running the other up and down Trip’s chest, she smirked over at me, her skanky red nails standing out against the stark white of his dress shirt. “Is this the chick you knocked up?” Stripper Barbie snarkily asked when I reached them. Dumbfounded, I looked from Trip to her and back again. I never had an issue standing up for myself, but with one simple sentence, I felt crushed. It stung. That’s exactly what I was…just the chick he knocked up. Trip’s silence only served to make me feel betrayed. I had nothing I could even say to that statement, and he clearly wasn’t going to defend me. Without another word, I spun on my heel and rushed out, only stopping when I stumbled to rip my shoes off. Getting out of there as fast as I could, ignoring the strange looks I was getting, I burst out the front doors. The sky opened up and cold wet droplets bucketed from the dark black skies.
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