Jaded

a

until her butt touched the cold tile. She let her legs extend out and concentrated on her brea

s wouldn't have happened.

her f

hey take a break, purify themselves for the wedding night so that it would

eping around? How many p

ain of loss and devastation. She let herself cry for as long as it took to release t

om her as she pushed herself up and walked toward the table. She grabbed her phone and press

d you poss

ust listen to m

ing to say t

isten. You don't have to

t in front of everyone who mattered to each of them washing over her again. She pressed her fingers to her lips to hold b

y, I'm sorry. Tomorrow you and I will be married and we will be one. Mo

" she w

ga

do anything to

just... I just needed a release, Kari, and the guys got th

w m

ny what

w months since I stopped giving it up?" She hoped t

ri.

Frank? I wa

important right now. I

om her ear and pressed it against her lip

cou

ple? Two? Thr

ving this c

arents and explain what you've done." She sniffled, her mind clearing a little. "If you lie to them about what happened,

and she prayed like hell that he

ou gotta do, I guess," h

aring back to life ar

m. She grabbed a towel, her chest heaving as she gulped for air in the middle of the emotional assault. He had some nerve not onl

bathroom counter, pulling at her dress and ripping it over the top of her head. She tore at her bra, te

forcing her to contemplate every horrible moment from the night before. The handsome gu

and let the water wash over her hair, the smell of smoke clinging to her skin only after being in the bar for a few minutes. The

t on her lower back. She had a thicker bottom than top, her breasts small and perky, her butt a bit too big for her

was unfaithful - a jerk who didn't care where he found warmth and stimulation. Good for him. He could spend his nights in the arms of various chicks who

ght

on. There was no reason to fault herself, and yet she couldn't help it. If only she'd not have made t

hen she got pregnant? She'd gain weight and the last thing she'd want was Frank poking his stuff around in her sensitive areas. No, this was for th

, one that didn't include the sad disposition of everyone around her as they looked on her with pity. The very thought of it sic

out of her. She reached for her towel and cal

ut of fear. Lisa had most likely called her mom, who didn't live too far down the street. It would be good to let her tears f