Love's a Paradox

Game Over

Her eyes were puffy and her nose was comparable to that of Rudolph's. She's been drinking whiskey, gin, vodka, tequila and other hard liquor you could ever think of. It's a miracle that she could still have enough consciousness to order another round. She's about to ram her alcohol straight up when a strong hand had grip her arm.

"What do you think you're doing?" she glared at the man. "Obviously you've drunk more than you should," he grunted not letting go of her, "All that alcohol wouldn't miraculously fix the mess my friend did." His words just caused her eyes to water.

"I never intended for this to happen..." his words sounded so guilty, "Olivia please I'm sorry." The revelations were too much to bare. 1 month before their wedding this would pop out with no notice. She doesn't even know what to say, it just numb her. Things like this was too much to bear. Her eyes dead when she had run away, out the door him following her. Her lifeless orbs didn't see him entering the door and she just bumped to that person. He was shocked to say the least but was more upset when he came in contact with his friend who looked distressed. "What the f*ck happened?"

"Then what do you suggest? Accept the fact that my f*cking fiancé oh wait ex-fiancé had the balls to screw my best friend?" she hissed, taking her arm back with sheer force. "Well I suppose you're going to take his side huh?" she accused.

"What? You prick! Damn Casanova," the taller of the two gripped the other by the collar threatening a fist. "You speak as if you're so clean, Stanley?" the other scoff trying to free himself from his grip. "I've cemented my name as the Don Juan of the group but I never had lead a girl and broke her heart much less screw her best friend," he tightened the grip sending daggers. "You know very well how much I love her, it just..." His balled hand came in contact with the other's face, "What you tripped and slammed your boner straight inside her best friend?"

"He's my friend but what he did is simply unforgivable," he groaned, "You're my friend too and I can't let you be like this..." "Then tell me! Because honestly Mr. Carter, I don't even know what to do or feel anymore!" she shouted with her usual snappy tone though her eyes watered as she did. The pain of getting betrayed by the man she had chosen and the woman she trusted the most, is agonizing. It's just plain ice cold painful but then she felt warm. He was surrounded with his strong arms that her armor just completely collapsed. She was bawling and hitting his chest. Her wails turning in suppressed sobs. "I don't understand why. Why them? Why her," she cried.

"What that's absurd?" the guy sounded so perplexed, doubtful of just what he had heard. "Ethan, I'm telling you I'm pregnant with your kid," the lady repeated. Her words were like funeral rights to him. "And I'm telling you. That's impossible. I can't," he tried to deny, find something that would negate her statement, "I'm marrying your best friend. I can't have you prancing here and telling me lies." "And what, let my child suffer?" she raised her voice. "No. Of course not. I'm saying it was only one night Stephanie only one night," Ethan almost shouted, "How are you so sure I'm his father?" "Because I only did it with you!" she recoiled.

The sound of a dropped glass echoed. By the door was a lady, both of them know quite well, mouth agape. "What?" she muttered, "I can't believe this. You're pregnant?" Ethan looked at his fiancée, gauging her reaction. "I never would have..." "It takes two to make a baby Ethan!" she shouted, "So this what you were trying to say to me? So during the two f*cking weeks that I was away you just prance and stuck it in. How could you do this to me? Both of you!" "Olivia..." the lady tried to approach her friend but was only responded by a loud slap across her face.