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"Hey, you 'bout done in there?" a voice called out through the bathroom door

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"Hey, you 'bout done in there?" a voice called out through the bathroom door.

I shoved my make-up into my little clutch and gave myself one last look. The eyes were bloodshot still, but at least I dabbed a little make-up on the smudges.

Stupid tears.

I knew Sean came with a past, but it still hurt hearing those girls. I needed to just suck it up and get over it. Sean was changing. He cared about me.

I pulled open the door. Three girls leaned against the wall, waiting. "Sorry," I said, then hurried out of the bathroom and down the hall. Subtle curses trailed after me.

I debated whether or not to just leave, find a ride home with someone, or hell, even walk. We weren't more than a couple miles from the campus. Maybe Briana would meet me?

Or maybe I should stay and work through this junk. But I'd look at every girl here and wonder if he'd slept with her. And how he'd used his power with them and then not calling after sleeping with them-how does someone just change from that?

They don't.

Stupid doubt.

I turned a corner, thinking I was on my way to the main room, but it opened to a master bedroom. Or at least one of them. I imagined this mansion had a couple. Darkness oozed into the room through the sliding glass windows across the room. A king-sized bed, covered in a cream and maroon down comforter was the main attraction. Tall, black-framed pictures decorated the walls.

The sliding glass window drew me to it. It overlooked a sea of black void. Not a light to be seen. Must back up to open desert. The dull thumping of the loud music sounded off behind me, but I didn't want to go back to that chaos yet. At least, didn't want to face Sean.

I had to tell him I couldn't date him. That we could only be TLC partners and nothing more. He wasn't going to be happy. Hell, I wasn't happy about it. It'd be total weirdness between us now.

Damn it.

I cranked the massive window open and stepped through. The cool, evening breeze brushed against me, prickling my exposed skin. Why had I worn this skimpy dress? I'm so stupid. It was nice feeling like a sexy woman, though. I never got to feel that. Just for one night, it was nice. I hugged my stomach and bit back the tears. It was nice having warm, strong arms around me.

I was always the strong one. The leader. The one who had to be tough. It was nice, for once, to have someone guide me through a crowd, proudly hold my hand, and tell me how beautiful I was.

But reality slugged me over the head when those two girls reminded me about the brutality of Sean's motives. He did say I was different, but I couldn't trust that. I wanted to, but I didn't. I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath. It'd be nice to jump into that ocean of black I knew was in front of me and disappear.

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