My Dirty Sinner

Chapter 100: Know Everythin'

☆Kyara☆

Many many drinks, and joints later, that's right, I'm letting loose and having a smoke. Why not? I don’t condone it, but it's not like I'm going to start smoking everyday, because I'm not, but I'm enjoying our evening talking and listening to music.

Katy-ann and I have been giggling our heads off over nothing, and I've been messaging Soul to contact me when he can, telling him that I miss him, I love him and I'm drunk, so I've been messaging and saying more than I'd probably like, and will come to regret it in the morning, but… Oh, well.

Katy-ann even went down to her room and got her cut, and we've been taking selfies. It's been a really fun night with her, and something I didn't realise I needed. We're currently laying on the bed when my phone goes off, one after the other. Maybe Soul has finally messaged me back. I take a look and see one is from Jedd, the other is from a number I don't recognise, so I pull up Jedd's first.

Jedd: Hey sweetie. I got your passport, and I'll be in Austin tomorrow. Can you meet me at 11410 Century Oaks Terrace #112, Austin, TX 78758. It's called Sweet Paris Creperie & Cafe. I'll order drinks and sit outside. Let's say around 11?

I need to speak to Soul before I commit to meeting him, though, so I'll message him back tomorrow. I'm sure Soul will call tonight, I can tell him then, as we never did finish our Sex-versation.

"That Soul?" Katy-ann slurs.

"No. My friend Jedd, from the country club I worked at," I start giggling. "'E snuck into Jace's house ta grab my passport for me. He will have a fit when he finds it missin'!" Wow, that makes me feel a little sick when I think about how mad he's going to be when he finds out. "I'm goin' ta meet 'im tomor-tomomo… To-mor-row at a cafe, Paris Crepe or something, to pick 'im up, it up," I tell her, not quite managing to get my words out properly.

"You know, you ain't told me much 'bout ya past. You should share the load. You'll feel better tellin' ya bestie ain't promise." She's drunk, as am I, but we're both getting to the point of passing out I think.

"I'll try, but memories can be a fuckin' nightmare. I may 'ave a bepasoda, ep-i-sode. Man, I need water."

She hops up and goes over to the little fridge and grabs two bottles of water as I look at the other message. 

Unknown: I just wanted to show you that you ain't special. He uses the same lines on us all. I did warn you. What is it he says, I don't kiss whores…

There's an attachment and I click on it, and it takes over the whole screen. Ice floods my veins, and all the alcohol starts to churn and burn in my stomach. I don't want to believe it, not after the day I've had, but this picture says it all. I stand, dropping my phone to the floor, and rush to the bathroom as the alcohol rises back up my throat, and I manage to get to the toilet before I expel the contents of my stomach.

"Shit!" Katy-ann exclaims, picking up my phone, and then she walks into the bathroom. "Babygirl… This can't be right… I know 'ow it looks, but… Fuck!" Her words are just making me feel worse. I know she's trying to help explain the picture, but there is no explaining that.

It's a girl I've never seen before, and she’s beautiful, the exact type of woman I'd expect to see him with, not plain, simple… me. Her arms and legs are wrapped around his neck and waist, his hands are under her thighs, holding her up, and the worst part, his lips are on hers.

"Ky, I… There 'as ta be -"

"Please stop!" I manage to get out before I throw up again. I really don't want to hear her trying to defend him and what is right in front of my face.