Samantha
I honestly have no idea why I'm here. It's not like he cares. I guess I just need it to be over. I stare at the handle knowing that once I open it, I can never go back. I take a breath and exit my car.
You can do this, I whisper. I repeat it over and over as I walk through the lobby to the elevators. Once he knows the truth I can just be done with this whole thing.
The elevator doors open and I walk into the hallway. I hear laughter and music and as I turn the corner, a group of people are entering or exiting his apartment. I raise my head, square my shoulders and keep walking, digging each foot a little harder into the floor.
I push through the group. Nicky sees me and gasps. I weave through the crowd to the kitchen and look around the apartment. Eric and Stephanie are playing beer pong and they must have done something good because everyone cheered. There are people everywhere. It's practically standing room alone and I would be lucky to hear my own voice it's so fucking loud. A pair of vice grips seize my arm and spin me. Nicky throws her arms around me.
"Oh my god! It's so good to see you!" she shouts in my ear.
"Hey!" I cheese it up so much it makes me cringe. "Like, how are you?"
"Super good! What about you?" She says with a smile. "What are you doing here?" She tried to play off the seriousness in her tone.
I smile and nod my head to the music. "I'm having a good time." I reach into the fridge and grab the first beer I see. I crack it open and chug it. "Have a good night, okay?" I start moving to the music and find my way to where people are dancing. I close my eyes as my shoulders twist and turn, moving like syncopated gears to the rhythm and tempo. It spreads through my body like a moving virus. My chest swells and I breathe. The energy warms my body in waves and everything shuts off. I can't tell if I need to cry or laugh but it happens and I let it. I can feel a hundred eyes on me but I don't care. I ignore all of it.
I can't stop moving and I don't want too when I feel something cold behind me and it makes the hairs on my neck rise. I turn around and Charlie is standing face to face with me.
"Let's talk," Charlie says.
"I don't want to talk," I say and keep dancing.
"Then you need to leave," she says and I ignore her. I keep moving my body. "Samantha, you shouldn't be drinking." Charlie looks around uncomfortably. " Everyone is looking at us. Please stop. Samantha," she shouts and knocks the beer out of my hand.
"Don't fucking touch me!" I shout.
"I didn't touch you. You need to leave," she shouts back.
The music stops and a circle has formed around us.
"I can do whatever I want, whore," I say. That riles up the crowd. "That's right, you're a dumbass whore cunt that sleeps with peoples boyfriends." People start shouting, FIGHT, FIGHT FIGHT.
"You aren't dating," Charlie says.
"Oh yeah? Tell it to his baby in my uterus," I say, everyone erupts.
"Then you shouldn't be drinking," I hear someone shout.
"Fuck you. I can do whatever the fuck I want," I shout, "Give me a beer," and someone hands me one. I open it and chug and the whole crowd cheers, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG.
"Samantha stop it!" Mitch shouts and the room goes silent.
I burp and toss the can. "Fuck you," I say.
"Can we please talk?" He says.
"We're talking now."
"In private, please."
"God, you're so dramatic. I wanna have this out, right here." I say and cross my arms.
"Fine. Are you insane?" He says, "you're drinking?"
"And you're pregnant," someone shouts.
"Not for much longer," I say and let the corners of mouth twist into a sarcastic grin.
"That's not a joke," he says.
"You're right, it's not a joke," I say. "I'm not going to keep being the mature adult while you get to act like a fucking child whenever you feel like it."
"That's what you think isn't it? You showed up and saw this rager and thought, 'Wow? What an asshole?'" Mitch says.
"I thought that when I caught you sleeping with my best friend," I say.
"Okay, cause sleeping with a married man is fine," he says.
"So that's why you cheated on me," I say.
"We weren't together," he says.
"Keep telling yourself that and you'll feel better but it won't it won't change the truth and it won't remove the fucking guilt," I say.
"The only thing I feel guilty for is sleeping with you the first time," he says. The room explodes.
"That's funny, I was just telling your mother that you're not the father anyway. And the truth is, you were so drunk you couldn't even get it hard, let alone finish," I say.
"You need to leave, bitch," Caleb says and throws his arm around Mitch. "No 6-month-old minors allowed." Again the room erupts.
"Caleb, don't act like you don't jerk off in the gym shower,"
They start chanting PREGNANT SLUT, PREGNANT SLUT, PREGNANT SLUT.
Charlie can't look at me. She stares at her feet.
"So that's it?" I say.
"I guess so," Mitch says.
"You know for a second, I thought you were actually a decent guy," I say.
I walk out of the apartment complex to my car. It starts raining as I drive myself home.
The next day I drive to the Woman's Clinic.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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The Babysitter
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