"I love you. Remember that."

"If I treated you the way you treated me, you would hate me."

*Nat' P.O.V

I have had way too much to drink right now. I should actually stop. But I couldn't bring myself to stop drinking. Each time I finished a glass, an urge took over my body to pick up another glass. So I pick up another glass. Oh, who cares right?

I watch as the ice in the glass moves around and bounces.  They look like mini icebergs...hehehehe. I laugh, and I laugh a little too loudly because everyone turns their head to stare right at me. I wave a hand up and smile then snort like a pig. 

Alcohol. The elixir of life. I raise my glass and sip, slowly feeling the exotic burn on my tongue. It flows down to my throat causing a wild sensation. I tingle with joy. 

I rest my head in my right arm feeling completely mesmerized by the fluid. That's when I felt it. My stomach started contracting, first, it was slow but then it got violent. I felt nausea clawing at my throat so I ran.  

There was the ladies bathroom sign in front of me and I rushed inside. 

I tried to keep it in, but everything that I had consumed was on the floor in front of me. My stomach kept contracting and it bloody hurt. I force everything up and out, trying to stop but it keeps coming up my throat and out.  I sink to my knees and it happens continuously. It's getting extremely hard. 

After a few minutes, it stops. It feels like everything has left my system. 

 I feel disgusting but clear at the same time...and of course, this is the part where I regret drinking so much.  My throat feels sore and I look at myself in the bathroom mirror. The stench of vomit took over my nostrils and it just felt gross. I turn on the tap and watch the cold rush of water. Splashing my face with water, I feel slighting cleansed. But not entirely. My dress is completely unwearable now, and there's vomit all over my damn heels. Fuck.

Oh wait, maybe one of the rooms in the bar might have spare clothes. I fix my hair, or try to and walk out of the bathroom in search of fresh clothes. 

I find a bedroom and before I knew it I was already pushing open the door. but who knows what was in store for me...

"ARGHHHHHHH..."  I scream. 

I can't believe what I'm seeing right now. My best friend was fucking my boyfriend!

 I don't even wanna think about what they did together!  That's why Nat left all of a sudden.

I could feel my rage burning.

My tears kept falling and continued ruining my mascara as the seconds go by of me standing right there, in front of them. Liv looks at me with a confused and stunned face and I wipe my tears with force. 

I'm honestly at loss for words. To think, If I hadn't come in, no...I can't think about it. 

" I- I ju-just can't believe...this, Sam what are doing with her...!"

" Nat, what are you talking about?" Liv asks. 

I can't even look at my best friend right now. 

" Sam is my...my.... boyfriend for god's sake," I say. My voice sounds broken and everything in the room falls silent."

" Wha-what do you...you mean? This is YOUR Sam?" She looks shaken up and confused. How could she not know? But the person I'm really angry with is, Sam. I thought he loved me...

" Yes, it is MY Sam. But not anymore, you can have him for all I care. I hate you Sam, and you Liv, don't fucking speak to me ever again." I say angrily. In saying that I leave the room sobbing.

I just lost my best friend and my boyfriend all in the same day. This was supposed to be a fun night out for just the 2 of us. She was supposed to find a boyfriend, not steal mine! I just can't believe this. 

I sigh realizing even got my spare clothes so now I'm just going to have to walk home alone and smell like shit.  In no hell's way can I drive right now so you know Life's just great. ( Sarcasm )

Walking home all by myself, I feel cold and empty. Physically and Mentally. I'm holding my dirty heels in my hand and in the other I'm gripping my purse tightly. As I wall, I can feel my anger rising and tears falling. Everything felt like a stupid dream, but no it was very real. This night was not supposed to be like this. I start punching the air then drop to my knees and sob uncontrollably. I lost the 2 people who i loved the most. What could possibly be worse than this?