“No!” I jerked my hand away. Where the two-letter word came from, I didn’t know. Perhaps from being humiliated? I couldn’t see straight, let alone think clearly. Whatever it was,nohad blasted out of my mouth as if a supernatural force had overcome me.
Cori’s night?
My Will wasn’t just mine; he was hers too. I wouldn’t be going home with him because it was Cori’s night, as Jason had said.
Suddenly, I found my voice. “I refuse to do this with you. I won’t be disrespected anymore. You don’t deserve me… You don’t love me.”
“I do love you,” his panicked whisper vibrated against my cheek. “Let’s go home, and we’ll talk about this.”
His eyes pleaded but it didn’t affect me, not with the murmuring coming from his table.
I jumped, feeling a hand squeeze my shoulder. “Let’s go, Miranda.” Lily’s voice came from behind me.
“Okay,” I answered as a single tear glided down my cheek.
“I’ll meet you at home.” Will sounded like he meant it, but at this point, I wouldn’t believe anything that came out of his mouth.
Especially not as his mistress cried foul about it beingher night. “Billy… you can’t. You promised,” Cori whined again.
I wanted to choke her, claw her eyes out, and rip her crimson hair out of her scalp for ruining my life and my baby’s.
“She won’t be coming home tonight,” Lily said on my behalf. “You’re a real piece of shit. You know that, right?”
As I turned to leave, Will grabbed my hand. Feeling his touch made me want to dissolve into the stained concrete floors. “Please, Miranda. Please meet me at the house.”
Despondent, I pulled my hand out of his and walked away with Lily.
I couldn’t remember how we got back to my car or what time we had arrived at Lily’s apartment or how I wound up on her sofa.
I didn’t remember anything except the air leaving my lungs.