PROLOGUE

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Linda’s POV

I hate this f***** feeling, you know he hitched me cause of some bitch on that club. I really need company right now, Jesus I’m dying here, great here comes Sally. As I expected, she I know she will hug me and slap me every time I call her out on Saturday nights when she and his boyfriend could PLAY together. But to my surprise she came very upset with bloodshot and teary eyes saying-

“I can’t drink tonight.”

Oh great this is the last thing I needed, is she really that upset to not drink with me on this heart breaking moment of mine- insensitively I said

“okay, fine, go to your boyfriend, I taught it was sisters before misters till now, see you when you break up”

I hit the club alone- then I met a guy, and something happened that night. But I never knew him, but I am not sure if he knew my name. Also, after that night, I never got a sight on Sally…

Sally’s POV

I talked on the phone to Ronald, I don’t know such times will lead to this- he left me something to remind me of him, and he didn’t even have the dick to support this baby. Well if he can’t I would, ‘cause nobody else will. I need to get out of this town quickly, I don’t want people noticing, specially my best friend. After all these years I’ve told her countless advice ‘bout these things yet…

2 YEARS LATER

Linda’s POV

I don’t know such painful night will leave memories like these, I am now a single mom but with a very cute baby. I don’t know how to tell my baby that he is a product of my one night pleasure with an unknown guy. I sure need some friend to tell me what to do, what about Sally- what happened to her? O shit it’s already 8 am I need to drop off Ivan to my Aunt so I could do groceries. Where’s my … oh, here

“Hello Auntie... Yes, I would be there, thank you” ;

“Okay, take care on your way here, don’t forget his food and a toy in case he looks for you.”;

We ended the phone conversation with an upbeat

“okay”.

The grocery store is not jam-packed as usual… I just need to hurry though and this is a good opportunity for me. Off to the dairy~

what the- it’s a familiar hair,

black,

a bit wavy,

that tattoo...

Sally,

my best friend Sally!

Wait,

is that a kid?!

We really are best friends after all. 

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