Nobody Told Me

I Can Take Care Of Myself

"Cooper," I moaned his name softly as he groaned from the harsh thrusts going at a fast pace but also slowly, getting a feel around my wall. "I can't get enough of you," he said as he let go. I gave him a kiss and ran to his bathroom to clean up. I hoped that I wouldn't get pregnant again because this time I might choose the baby over him. As much as that hurt my soul, I couldn't go through that again. Anything is possible, especially when Cooper doesn't even try to be safe.
Promise me that you will stay out of Freya's business when it comes to Cooper," he said to me as I sat on the couch. "Waylon, you know that she's my best friend. I can't help it, but I will try," I replied.

"I'm serious, June. Cooper is not like me; he is heartless," Waylon said, rubbing his hand through his head. "So when you go to her bachelorette party, please just try to have fun," he said, pulling me in for a kiss.
I wish I could help Freya with things like this, but Cooper wants professionals. He wants the best, and I understand that. But he never stops to ask what my best friend wants. I'm trying to be happy for her, but my true feelings may honestly show all over my face. If there comes a day when she has to choose between me and him, I know that would be the day I lose her, and that's what he wants – for all the good people to go away so that she only needs him.
"Hey," I said, putting on a big smile as I walked into the club that had been renovated for Freya's bachelorette party. It was so beautiful in there; it almost didn't look like a club but more like the room that every little girl dreams of having.

Everything was pink and white, Freya's favorite colors. She used to hate it when I bought her things that didn't match her room. I pulled my best friend in for a hug; it seemed like she had already had a few drinks.

"June, come over here with us," I said, bringing her to my other friend. "Hey, I'm Chloe," she said, reaching her right hand out to shake June's hand. "Nice to meet you," June said, sitting beside me. I gave her a drink to make her less tense. My body danced to the music with a few friends from work; this had been the best night so far. I felt free from everything; I was just living in that moment. "Are you tired?" I asked June as I sat beside her, looking into her eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Freya, I don't think you should marry Cooper," my own best friend told me, looking into my eyes."Why can't you just be happy for me? That's all I ask from you – to support me, wrong or right, June. I know we have two different perspectives on life, but Waylon isn't any better than Cooper," I replied.

She gasped, "Cooper is a monster; he doesn't think about anyone but himself." "He may be a monster in your eyes, June, but you're not there every moment. How can you sit here and talk about my fiancé when your boyfriend is by his side too? You are who you hang around. Maybe you should question your own relationship first before trying to stop mine," I said, standing up and ready to go with my bodyguard.

"Yeah, just walk away like you always do," June yelled over the loud music. I turned my back to face my best friend since 9th grade, the one who was there for my first kiss and heartbreak, the one who knew my story and how hard my life was. She sat there, looking down on me just like everyone else, but the difference between them and her was that she knew me, and they only knew my name.
Tears filled my eyes as I looked at her. "You're supposed to be my best friend," I said, my voice breaking. "I can take care of myself, June. Stop acting like we're still in high school. I don't need you to take care of me."

"I just want to help you," she said, looking at me. "You need to take care of yourself first. I've heard conversations about you where I defended you because that's what best friends do. But I told them maybe you just need more time because your job was giving you a hard time. Do you know how much it hurt me to hear the person you love say that they're lonely while being in a relationship with my best friend, huh, June? For Cooper and his best friend to make jokes about the next time you'll give Waylon some?"

"I got yelled at for you, June. He humiliated me for standing up for you. So don't you dare question my loyalty when it comes to you," I said, tears streaming down my face. "Freya, I'm so sorry," June cried as I pulled her into a hug. "Please don't hate me; I've had too many drinks," she added. "I would never hate you. I just need you to trust me."