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A Party To Remember- Part 2

Well, after dinner, everyone started to dance. And that is definitely not my forte. I can do karate, break into a house without setting any alarms off, work with a bomb, tell a lie and many other things, but I can't dance.

Mark comes up to me and holds out his hand. I stare at it, then to him, and he rolls his eyes.
"Just one dance", he bargains and I decide that I should. It's a slow dance. A damn slow dance. At least there are specific instructions to dance this way. Any other type of dance and I would be lost.

I look at the others to see what they're doing, and Mark slowly turns my head with his thumb under my chin. He grabs both of my hands and slowly moves them towards his neck and around, his eyes never leaving mine. His arms gently hold my hips and he leans in to whisper at my neck.
"Just follow my lead", he whispers.
He moves his foot and I move it with his. Then, he tries to move his other door back and I sloppily follow.
"Not bad".
At one point, my foot steps on his.
"Sorry", I mumble.
We carry on, and my foot lands on his. And it's even worse with heels on. I suddenly trip up in my heels and Mark's grip on me becomes tighter so as to not let me fall.

"Maybe it would work better without your heels on", Mark suggests.
"Agreed", I say, taking them off, and putting them to the side of the hall. We start dancing again and I start to get the hang of it. Mark starts talking to me, making me laugh at his old, sometimes embarrassing, memories. I can't stop laughing, and even though it hurts, it's the most amazing thing, because I haven't laughed like this since I was 6.
"I love your laugh", Mark says, serious, a smile on his face.
The music stops and then Richard is on this stage that I don't think I saw when I first came into this room. Am I that oblivious?

Richard tells us we are doing some other dance, and everyone is to be involved and I didn't really hear much after that. Mark must have noticed me not paying attention.
"We're doing some dance where we swap partners for two minutes each time", Mark explains.
"Ugh. When will it end?", I ask, feeling deflated.
"Who knows?", Mark replies.
We all get in position, and start dancing with our partners first. Then, we swap and I end up with an old guy who keeps talking about things I didn't need, or want, to know. I move on to dance with Matt, who makes me laugh at his lack of dancing skills himself.

Then, there's a guy who can't help but brag about his business and his trophy wife. Honestly, where did Kayleigh's guardians find these people? I'm glad to get out of that dance with him. Next is James. We start dancing across the room.
"Ugh. This dance is taking forever, isn't it?", James says, sounding grumpy.
"Yeah, I know. My feet are killing me and one of the old dudes stepped on my feet", I say, still feeling the soreness of my toes.
"So...are you okay?", he asks out of the blue.
I look at him with wrinkled eyebrows and try to make sense of what he said.
"I mean, you didn't look all that good when you walked out before", he explains.
Oh, that.
"Oh that. I was just feeling...I think it might have been something I ate", I try to explain, lying again.
Lie lie lie. When will I stop? Nobody knows.

"Ah. Probably the lamb then. That didn't taste right", James tells me.
I ask him about how him and Kayleigh are doing, and he asks me about Mark and I. It starts to get quite awkward, and luckily enough, we change partners again. I halt in the dance, seeing exactly who it is. Ian. Ian Redwood. The man who stole mom away from dad. The one who is also to blame. But I blame Maria more. I decide to play it cool and give nothing away. I don't want to start an argument or fight here. Not when Kayleigh's guardians have gone through this much time and effort to make this night a good one.

I put my hand in his and my other on his shoulder. When his left hand touches my waist, I want to throw up so badly, but choke it back down. We start dancing. I keep quiet. I would try to make small talk, but I just know something insulting will run from my lips and that would be the end of this whole evening.
"Good evening. You're...Devon, right?", he asks me.
I nod my head, gulping down yet another profanity.
"I'm Ian", he says back.
He leans closer and I can smell the beer on his breath.

"I know who you are", he whispers.
No shit, Sherlock. You just said my name.

With that thought out of my head, a horrible feeling hits me in the stomach. He knows who I really am.
"I would have thought, from all the things I've heard about you, you would have ran across the table and beaten my wife up, still beating her long after she fell unconscious", he says.
"Maybe you aren't as tough and daring as you seem", he says as an after thought.
"Believe me, I wanted to, but this is my friend's guardians' night and I'm not going to ruin it even if that means I have to make small talk with your fûcking whore of a wife", I say, the insult just coming out. I would have done better if I had allowed myself to think.
"I'm not going to take that offensively. Your mother-", he starts, but I cut him off.
"That trollop is not my mother, and never has been. And never will", I snap at him, trying to keep my voice low so no one else can hear this.
"Well, Maria, then. Maria is great. I hope you didn't take her leaving your father too horribly. She just wanted to fûck someone who knew what he was doing", he says, and I can feel the insult burning in my throat and I don't care that I'm not being polite. He's not.

As the dance comes to it's end, I say what I have to say.
"Maria is only with you for your money. And you should feel lucky. Because no one sane would ever want to be with a microphallus fool like you", I say, before walking away to find Mark.

When I'm further away from Ian, I turn to see him talking to some other man and still with a slightly confused look on his face.

Mark gives me a quick kiss.
"So did you step on any other guys toes?", he asks me, jokingly.
"No. Only yours. Although, an old man did step on mine", I tell him.
He pretends to be jealous.
"Ah. Did he do anything else?", he asks, gasping.
"He stepped on both feet? Did he? Because if he did, I don't think this relationship can go on", he says, making me laugh.
"I mean it. Where is this guy? I'll make sure the bastard pays". He says, pulling me closer to him and keeping his hands on my hips.
"Yeah. I heard that he steps on a lot of toes. He's dangerous. He even breathed the same air as me", I tell him, making him laugh.

A loud sound makes everyone turn heads and we all see a heated argument between Kayleigh and Kerry.
"You slag!", Kerry screams at her.
Kayleigh pushes Kerry back, and Kerry almost falls to the ground.
"At least I'm not a whore like you!", Kayleigh screams back. They start pushing each other, and end up on the floor, screaming profanities whilst clawing at each other, trying to throw punches. James tries to pull Kayleigh away from Kerry. Matt gets Kerry, pulling her away. But they can't pull them away as much as needed because they can still reach each other and punch each other.

I run over to them and get in the middle of the fight. As long as I'm in between them, they can't hurt each other.
"You're so full of yourself! You bîtch!", Kerry yells at her.
"Oh really? Well, why don't you take a look at yourself, you piece of shît!", Kayleigh screams back.
"Kayleigh, stop this right now!", Richard yells at her.
I can feel their claws cutting in to my skin. They have really long fingernails. What is with that?

"I'm not full of myself. I actually care about others unlike you!", Kerry screams back.
Rachael puts herself in between them as well, helping me out.
"Hi, how's it going?", Rachael asks.
"Not bad. I might have underestimated how vicious and angry they can be", I tell her.
"Ow!", Rachael says as Kerry slaps her.
The sound echoes throughout the room. She must have been trying to hit Kayleigh. Kerry stops, and looks to Rachael, shocked at herself.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry, Rachael. I was trying to hit that self-obsessed snobby bîtch over there", Kerry says with all the sadness and guilt she has left in her.
"It's alright", Rachael says.
How did she get away with the insult in the middle, I will never know.
"Why do you keep saying that?! I'm not self-obsessed!", Kayleigh screams, still angered.

"Because you are", Kerry replies.
"Well, only you think that, so you're wrong!", Kayleigh says.
"No. I'm not", Kerry says, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Devon thinks so too. Always going on about yourself and telling everyone how fûcking great you are!", Kerry yells.
I turn to Kayleigh, about to explain, when she punches me full-force in the face.

Everything swirls around me, and the last thing I see is Matt dancing on the table singing Brittney Spears.