I was personally stoked for tonight. It'd felt like forever since Demi and I had been to a party and out drinking and dancing together. Even though I was pretty sure Demi didn't like most of my friends, I knew that once she got a few drinks in her, she'd join in with all the drinking games and have a blast. Hell, it'd happened before! So, yeah, I was excited for a night with both my friends and the love of my life, whom I considered one of my best friends. After I got out of work, I was a sweaty mess since Fridays were dance run throughs plus now we were doing them on stage with the lights which made everything ten times hotter than normal. So, after taking Venice out to go potty and getting him his dinner, I hopped into the shower to clean up. Next I dried off, splashed on some cologne, and got dressed. I could hear Venice's whines and cries from in the kitchen so I ran back down the stairs to see him leaned against the fence with his paws. "Hey, little man. Guess who's coming back home again tonight?" I asked him as I scooped him up
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We got to the party and Cody rushed to my side to help me out of the car. Wearing heels this tall and getting out of a low car was a mission in itself. I nonchalantly looked around the parking lot to see if Mariah's piss colored Jeep was here yet, but I didn't see it. Unless she had hitched a ride with a friend. We walked into the house and the loud music blared throughout, taking me a few seconds to adjust. But once I did, I started looking around or the whore. I heard Cody's voice and I turned to look at him, "Hmm? Oh yeah, lets have a drink first," I told him. "I'll go with you to get it," I suggested. Like hell I would let him go alone so that she can prance on him. He knew his way around Glenn's house better than I did so he led the way to the drink table, stopping a few times to say hi to some random people he knew, none of that I knew or that I recognized. We each prepared our own drinks on opposite sides of the table and once I mine was tasting to the tee of how I like it, I walked back over to Cody who had his drink in his
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I looked out at the dance floor as I quickly drank the alcohol I had. It was kind of cool how Glenn's parties were always so much fun. He always had the greatest shuffle on, he even set up a freaking dance floor. Kid was crazy about these things. I wished I could throw a party at my house but I had a feeling that wouldn't be such a great idea. Which sucked because I had a really awesome place for parties. There was a pool table and a ping pong table and a freaking pool. I downed the rest of my drink as Demi arm wrapped around my waist. I looked down and saw her eyes on the dance floor, but they were moving around like she was searching for something. Someone. Oh dear God, I needed another drink. I leaned in to tell her I was going to go refill my drink and she nodded, deciding to do the same. Good, she needed to loosen up and not worry about whether or not one of my friends would be here or not. I filled up my glass with a large portion rum and a smaller portion of coke. Not very delicious but it would do exactly what I needed it to
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Cody led us to the dance floor and joked that his dancing had improved ever since Broadway rehearsals started. But he's been a good dancer long before that, after all, he did almost win Dancing with the Stars. We danced to the beat of every song that played, and I tried my hardest not to get too close to him or resort to grinding like my instincts went to every time we were dancing. Cody took a step back and imitated a dance move that I did in my dance video and holy shit did he look hilarious doing that. I put a hand over my mouth and started giggling at him, not cause it was bad, but just because it was funny seeing him move his hips like that. "No, no," I told him as he pulled me back into his arms. "You did great. I'm just not used to seeing you dance like that." I chugged the rest of my drink and tossed the cup aside, getting ready to show him what's next. I took two steps back so that I wouldn't mistakenly hit him before doing the same move he had just done, popping my chest forward and rolling my hips. Except I didn't stop
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Demi showed me up by doing the dance 20 times better than I did, but it gathered a bit of an audience. To be honest, I couldn't blame them, it was sexy as fuck. Her in that little dress gyrating her hips like that? She became aware of her audience and the blood rushed to her cheeks as she walked back over to me. I chuckled softly and leaned over to kiss the top of her head while rubbing at her back. I knew that she had a kind of really low self esteem and even though she makes a living performing, she wasn't a dancer. That must've killed her to desire to dance because she asked if I wanted another drink. I nodded and pulled her away from the people who had been watching her dance, keeping an eye on them to make sure they were behaving. I was extremely protective of Demi and if I saw anyone talking shit about her, I'd take them down in a heartbeat. Demi filled up two shot glasses and handed me one. She started the countdown and the second she said three, I tossed the shot back, setting the glass down on the table. But apparently that
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Like expected, our dancing quickly turned to grinding and our grinding quickly turned to us making out. Cody kept his hands on my ass, which was good cause he blocked me from flashing people, as we grinded our hips against each other. I don't care how slutty this looked, it's not like I was doing it with some random dude. I was just having fun with my boyfriend of over a year. Nothing slutty about that. But I guess Cody couldn't take the kissing and teasing any longer. He grabbed my hand and starting leading me to what I assumed was a bedroom or somewhere private. But he stopped at a random corner and pushed me against the wall, continuing what we had going on at the dance floor. He leaned down and took my lips between his, kissing me roughly as he grabbed one of my legs and slightly lifted it to pin it against the wall. His hand started rubbing at my inner thigh and just when I thought he'd move towards my underwear, he moved it back towards my knee. That tease! I'd show him how to really be a tease. I moved a hand towards his crotch
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I took a step forward and put my two hands between her chest and her shoulders, pushing her back with all my strength. I thought that would get the point across that she wasn't wanted and that it was time to leave, but she seemed to have mistaken it for me wanted to start a fight. She came charging at me like a fucking psychotic wildebeest with this crazy look in her eyes and clocked my right in the cheek with a closed fist. My hand went directly to my cheek to see if there was blood cause holy shit, did that hurt. I've never been in a fist fight so I had no idea how it felt to actually be hit. "You stupid, fucking whore!" I pushed at her shoulder to throw her off balance a little and winded my arm back before making it meet with her nose. She got a tight grip on my hair with her nasty, little fingers and pulled me towards her, pretty much making me an easy target. She kept pulling on my hair while taking shots at my face and I felt my eye burning from the repeated hits it was getting, but I wasn't giving up the fight this easy. I dug
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She was just starting to get good, we were teasing the life out of each other and soon we'd be moving to a more private room and removing all of our clothes. However, things never got that far. I felt a pair of small hands pulling at my arms so I pulled my lips from Demi's to see what was with the interruption. Mariah. I groaned and rolled my eyes exaggeratedly as she pulled me completely away from Demi. Mariah wrapped her arms around my neck for a hug and I returned the hug, "You're such a little pain the ass, Mariah." She laughed as I set her back down, telling me to be nice to her. I really wanted to quit the small talk and promise her a better conversation later but just as I was about to dismiss myself, Demi's angry voice broke through, yelling at Mariah. My eyes widened in shock and I turned towards Demi, opening my mouth to try and calm her down but then Mariah spoke up. I shot Mariah an angry look and I turned back towards Demi, hoping to go back to my previous, calming Demi down idea. But I was just one step behind tonight.
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Cody ignored my question and demanded I go to the car. Fuck, he wasn't happy. Was he really pissed off at me, though? I thought it would be clear as daylight that I didn't start any of this, that bitch did. Cody grabbed my arm and fucking yanked me towards the door and I gasped at how unexpected that was. He's never treated me like this. And even worse, he's never treated me like this in front of people. The least he could have done was supported me and acted like we were on good terms in front of people and then yelled at me once we were in private. Way to fucking burst my pride in front of the girl I loathe. Every single time Cody has gotten into a fight, I've always taken his side. Always. And I've always been there for him. Fuck the pain that would surely ensue on my face, it hurt knowing that I didn't have a supportive boyfriend and one that was practically treating my like shit right now. Every single time, no matter who started the fight, I was always there for Cody. And I especially always took his side in front of whoever he
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I sped out off the second she closed her door, my mind focused on getting the fuck away from here as quickly as possible. My hands gripped so tightly at the wheel that my knuckles were turning white. I ground my teeth together, knowing that if I opened my mouth in any sort of way, I'd completely unleash my anger. Demi flipped down the visor to see the damage and despite my not wanting to see so that I wouldn't back down, I did glance over. Fuck, she looked awful. I could fucking kill Mariah right now. I could go a week without seeing either one of them right now and be perfectly fucking fine. Okay maybe seeing her injuries wouldn't soften me up quite as much as they thought I would. I had way too much preexisting anger now. My heart was freaking pounding against my chest and I was speeding and not wearing my seat belt plus I had alcohol in my system. Thank God, Demi wasn't yelling at me about that because I would probably put her in her place. If I got pulled over by cops, I was fucked. We finally reached home, even though I was
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Cody ignored me and continued fighting with the damn cage to open it and as soon as he let Venny out, he came rushing to me. He'd seen Cody today but he hadn't seen me in a few days. I slightly bent down and patted his head, not wanting to ignore him or treat him bad unlike certain other people in this room were doing to me. I rubbed my hand down Venny's back to calm him a bit and then I followed to where I had seen Cody head to, the kitchen. I stood at the door way, watching as he prepared an ice pack that I thought would be for himself, but he ended up handing it to me and told me his first word of the night: eye. I didn't want ice because the coldness burned my skin but I put it on anyways, just to please him. He got Venny and took him outside and I decided to let him go on his own. I didn't want to follow him anywhere, that'd probably just annoy him more. I stayed standing by the kitchen with the ice pack to my face and watched as he came inside. My eyes followed him as he took off his sweater and then walked to the spare room. I
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She asked me if I was coming to bed with her and I scoffed before shaking my head. She must be fucking out of her mind if she thought I was going to bed with her. I turned away from her and head to the bed, pulling back the covers once I got there. I laid across the bed, pointedly covering most of it so she would get the hint that she was to go upstairs to go to bed. My eyes stayed on the ceiling as I mentally tried to cool off. I knew I probably wouldn't get any sleep tonight but maybe with some luck I could calm down enough to get a couple hours. I felt as she sat on the bed but I left my eyes on the ceiling, hoping to convey to her that I didn't want to hear it. Venice curled up at my feet and rest his head on my leg and I really wanted to pet him and cuddle with him but I wasn't about to show Demi that I was in the mood for affection from anyone or anything. She apologized for hitting me, saying she didn't do it on purpose which I knew. I knew she would never even dream of laying a harmful finger on me. But the fact that she was
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I stayed quiet and listened intently to everything Cody was saying, although it wasn't at all what I wanted to hear. I was on the verge of tears more and more with every word he let out. He told me that I made myself look stupid and that I embarrassed myself and that hurt me a lot. And if my ego wasn't already full deflated, stomped on and dragged across an imaginary road, he told me that my face is fucked up. He pretty much just told me that I'm ugly. I felt like a monster. I felt hideous. I felt disgusting. And I wanted to disappear from life at this very moment. But he didn't stop degrading me there, despite seeing I was very obviously hurt. He told me that now he can't ever take me to any of his friends' parties and that they'll really never like me. To someone else, that might not hurt. But I was always worried about his friends liking me and Cody always swore they did, but most of them, except Kyle, sure didn't act like it. But now I probably even ruined Kyle's opinion about me that actually really meant a lot to me, because I
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I laid my head on a pillow and grabbed a pillow from right beside me, wrapping my arms around it and burying my face into it so that I could cry into it and so that it'd drown out my sobbing. I didn't want to give Cody the satisfaction that he made me cry and made me feel worthless. The pillow was hurting my face with as roughly as I had it pressed to me, so I purposely pressed it against me harder. I hoped I suffocated. Despite Cody not breaking up with me tonight, I was getting so much deja vu. If he thought my face was fucked up and ugly tonight, by tomorrow with all the swollenness from the day after and from the tears, he'd be ready to have me killed. Between my weeping, I heard a bark and my body shot up to sit up on the bed. "Venice?" I asked as I jumped off the bed. He was walking into the room and heading towards where I was. I picked him up, a bit confused, seeing as he doesn't know how to climb the stairs yet. I think Cody would have told me if he learned in the past few days. I petted his head as I walked to the top of the
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Demi left the room and I closed my eyes, mouthing the words I love you. I knew I should've told her it but I couldn't I was still too fucking angry with her. I didn't want her to think she could tell me she loved me and all our problems would poof! go away. Venice padded up the bed to me, whining softly wandering where mommy had gone. He rested his head on my chest and gave me the saddest expression I'd ever seen. "You really missed mommy, huh?" I missed her too but then things shot straight to hell. Well, I wasn't ruining Venice's night too. He hated being away from her just as much as I did and I could imagine how much disappointment he felt right now with her having just been here but now she was gone after I'd been telling him for days that she'd be here. No, I couldn't disappoint him like that. Plus, this way Demi wouldn't be completely alone which I knew would be hard for her. She always had me or one of the kids with her so it'd be even worse for her to not have one of them. "C'mon, you can go be with mommy and take care of
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For the rest of the night, I just tried to do no thinking at all. Just lay awake with absolutely no thought process at all. Like my brain is sleeping while the rest of me was awake but I knew that wasn't going to happen. Instead I laid in bed, wanting to go up and check on Demi, make sure she was okay but I was worried about how much damage my words had done. It took me until about 8 o'clock until I finally rolled out of bed, my hurt hand pressed to my stomach. I trudged into the kitchen, pulling open the fridge and grabbing out the orange juice. Then grabbed two glasses, filling one with water and the other with the orange juice. I didn't know which she'd prefer so I just picked both. Next I pulled out the tylenol and shook one out. She'd probably need another ice pack too so I made another one, this time adding paper towel like she had. I wedged the two glasses between my arm so I didn't have to use that hand then grabbed the pill and ice pack with my left hand. My feet were dragging as I walked over to the stairs, slowly climbing
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