Page 5 of The Final Straw

What the hell?

Most of them are from Barbi and I smile, knowing I was right; she’s out of her funk and ready to talk. I’m sure it’s all pictures of the party and how much fun they had. Tapping my messages icon, I open our thread and see it’s a video.

Below it is a bunch of laughing emojis and a text that says ‘Karma is a cunt, but so am I.’

I scrunch my nose. What the fuck is she talking about? I click the video and hit play.

Van!

I watch as a very drunk Van lies on his bed in nothing but his black boxer briefs. A gasp escapes my lips when I see Barbi rolling his briefs down as he lifts his hips, allowing her to do it easily before it pans back to Van, his lips parted in a deep moan.

All I can hear is loud slurping sounds, and I just know what is happening for him to make noises like that.

My stomach rolls and tears stream down my face, but I can’t take my eyes off my phone.

Barbi’s in nothing but a thong, and she climbs up Van’s body, straddling him. “You want me to ride you, Van baby?” she asks.

“Always, babe,” he whispers back, but it sounds off somehow.

Barbi lets out a moan as she rolls her hips against Van and the video cuts off.

Sinking to the floor, a sob rips from my throat, and I can barely breathe. Tears stream down my cheeks and my chest feels like it’s caving in.

I throw my phone across the room. It hits the wall, falling to the floor, as a feral scream leaves my lips.

How fucking dare they do this to me? How could Van do this?

He said I was his forever; I was his everything.

I sit here a moment, before crawling over, picking up my phone that now has a crack in the screen, then scoot back across the floor to the bed, just holding it in my hand as I gaze down at the paused video.

Barbi was supposed to be my best friend. I know she’s always been jealous of me, but I thought we were adults and she was over that. I never thought she’d do something like this.

Reaching up, I pull the comforter and pillow off the bed and stay on the floor, wrapped in the comforter, as I cry myself to sleep.

Chapter 2

Van

Fuck, why is my head pounding? It feels like a bomb has gone off inside my skull and I’m the only casualty.

I slowly flutter my eyes open, only to slam them back shut. The sun shining in from the window sends jolts of pain through my skull. Lifting my hands, I rub my eyes before attempting to open them again. Thankfully, the onslaught of light isn’t as bad this time.

What time is it? How did I get here?

Sitting up, the sheet covering me pools at my waist, and I slowly shift my legs off the bed. It’s then I realize I’m fucking naked.

What the ever-loving hell?

I wrack my brain, and the last thing I remember is Barbi.

She hit on me at the party, even though she knows I’m with Olivia. When I blew her off, reminding her how much I loved her best friend, she apologized and asked me to have a drink with her. One she made. Then everything after that is all black.

What the fuck happened?

Looking over at my nightstand, I see my phone plugged in and charging. Shit, I don’t even remember doing that. What the hell was in that drink she gave me?

Reaching over, I pick up my phone, the cord pulling from it as I do. I open my contacts and dial Olivia’s number. After a couple of rings, it goes straight to voicemail. I leave her a message telling her I love her and to call me back. She must still be sleeping.