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like my mind is going to combust with all the thoughts I have swimming around in it, it’s been so long since I’ve had to be completely honest about everything I’m feeling, about everything that’s happened. And suddenly I feel just as angry as him, if not more. Suddenly, I decide I want to feel sorry for myself for once. I’m sick and tired of having to pick myself up and make the best of everything, even when everything inside of me is screaming that it’s not fair or right.
    “Oh, please! You’re one to talk! You had a girlfriend! When I was locked up and miserable every day you were here! With her! Probably having sex with her and not thinking about me at all! You want to talk about being betrayed? Or being hurt? Look at yourself! Look to you!” I can feel the tears starting to stream down my face now, and I’m surprised how good it feels. I’m surprised how much I enjoy finally getting out everything I’ve been holding in for months. “And I would have waited! If it was me, and you were in there, I would have waited! I would have known something was wrong! And even if it wasn’t I would have waited for you! And what a joke that would have been!”
    I’m really losing it now, and I find myself pushing him, or trying to push him. He’s way stronger than me, so it doesn’t really work, but I keep trying anyway. Pushing him harder and harder, until he finally takes hold of my hands and walks me slowly backward toward the bed, sitting me down. Not in an aggressive way, more in a way that tells me I better get myself under control. And then, with the same empty look in his eyes, he leaves me on the bed, goes into the bathroom and slams the door behind him.
    I immediately pull out my phone and send Angelina a text.
    Nathan knows everything, we had a huge fight, I pushed him and he’s locked himself in the bathroom of a hotel next to the diner! Call me Asap! 911!
    This was bad, really bad.
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    Two hours later when Angelina pulls up in front of the hotel, Nathan’s still in the bathroom. Angelina had called me back right away, and had insisted on coming up here, she figured if worse came to worse and Nathan was still too pissed at me to let me drive him home, he would go with her. I had been surprised she was awake at five in the morning on a Saturday, but I was too relieved to ask that many questions.
    But as the engine cuts, I suddenly wish I had, because she’s not the one driving, Eric is, and they’re in some fancy sports car I’ve never seen before. As if somehow things weren’t complicated enough, now I had to worry about Nathan walking out at any moment and finding Eric here, somehow I don’t think that would help the situation that much.
    They both get out of the car at the same time, practically racing to where I’m now standing with my hands crossed. How had they gotten here so fast anyway? They must have floored it. How the hell had she gotten in contact with Eric anyway? I thought she couldn’t stand him.
    “Are you okay?” Angelina looks frazzled, like at any moment I might need an ambulance to be called and take me away to urgent care. She’s wearing a pair of gray sweat pants with an oversized sweatshirt and sneakers. This might look normal to someone who didn’t know Angelina, but I knew her, and I knew she literally must have run out of her house in what she was sleeping in. Her hair is kind of frizzy, flying in all different directions, and there’s not an ounce of makeup on her face. She still looks pretty, she has the whole natural thing going on.
    “What’s he doing here?” I hiss, glancing over my shoulder to make sure that the door to our room is still safely closed, and that Nathan is nowhere to be seen. I relax a little bit when I realize he’s still locked inside the room, or the bathroom, or wherever.
    “Hey!” Eric says, growing defensive. Unlike Angelina, he looks completely put together. His hair is styled perfectly, and he’s wearing a pair of dress pants