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That's what we were.

That's how we could justify the things that we did. All of us in our own little way. Sally had an STD. She knew it and everyone in our group knew it, yet here they were having an orgy.

Concerning themselves not even a little with possibly catching and/or spreading it on. You might be angry with Sally but remember, she was The Devil. They knew. They knew yet they bedded her anyway. It was a risk worth taking. So be it.

Yet, Mimmie, she never asked to take that risk. She never asked to participate. She was sitting on the other room sick and lonely. He should have been with her not here. What kind of boyfriend leaves his girlfriend to suffer alone so he can have sex with The Devil? Who does that? I won't make excuses for him. There's a special hell for men like him. Takers.

Eventually, I fell asleep on the second bed. I don't even know when it happened but it did and with that, the morning came and I woke to witness bodies, sprawled out on the other bed. Naked bodies intertwined in harmony. It was almost beautiful if I wasn't so angry I would have been impressed.

My thoughts drifted to Mimmie who stayed in the other room. I wanted to go to her and I stood up from the bed with the intention to do just that. Tina sees me as she rubs the sleep from her eyes.

"Where you going Cathy?" she asked me.

"I'm going to see Mimmie," I said flatly.

"Why?" she inquired, this caused Sally to wake up.

"I'm going to tell her about what happened last night with her faithful boyfriend," I said deadpan.

Barry was awake putting his clothes on when he heard me. He turned to look at me with fire in his eyes.

"Not this again," He said with as much anger as he could put into it.

"Oh yes, this again. Do you think its right that she is all alone? Do you think that she would be happy to know what you were doing last night."

"Get off your high horse, the only person you are going to hurt is Mimmie. She is going to forgive me for this but do you think she will forgive you? Do you think she will forgive you for ruining her perception of me? I won't deny it. She WILL forgive me. But You! You will be done, Bitch. You will be done and over and she will never forgive you for this. No one will." he spat.

A part of me knew he was right. She would be heartbroken but she would forgive him so why should I tell her? Why should I risk the group dynamic just to clear the air? I was conflicted but I really did not like Barry and the risk seemed worth it. I would tell her.

Unfortunately, Barry was right. I waited two days to tell her when I told her she stopped speaking to all of us. The group was in turmoil. Another two days went by and she forgave Barry. The following day she forgave Sally and the rest. This was the day that Jeremy and I parted ways. I would walk from home from our breakup and find them all sitting at the gazebo. Barry was there with his arms wrapped around her. Disgusting.

Mimmie called me over to her.

"I know you are angry with Barry for what he did to me but I have forgiven him," she said calmly. "I need you to forgive him as well. I don't want our group broken anymore. We are better together than we are apart. If you can't accept him, I can't forgive you for waiting two days to tell me. Do you understand what I am saying to you? I forgive him. I need you to forgive him as well so I can forgive you and we can all move forward. Together. Please Cathy." she asked me in a pleading voice.

I couldn't turn down The Princess. She always got her way. I didn't like what she was saying. I didn't like how quickly and easily she had forgiven him but it wasn't my place to decide his punishment. So I lowered my head and said "OK".

I walked into the gazebo, he eyed me sideways and that irked me greatly. "We cool?" I said to him.

"I don't know, are you going to keep being a bitch?" he asked.

"I will always be The Bitch. If that doesn't work for you anymore, there's the door." I pointed at the open entryway in the gazebo.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm happy right where I am" he said as he pulled Mimmie onto his lap and placed her between his legs as he held her in place.

"Well...so am I!" I replied as I leaned against one of the gazebo pillars.

"Enough you too. It sounds like no one is going anywhere, let's let this go and move on." Mimmie said.

"Fine," we both said in unison.

Later, as everyone left, Barry stayed behind, he came up to me closer than he should have and said.

"I told you she would forgive me. Next time stay the fuck out of my business."

"Now, I understand the way that she feels about you. She will forgive you because she loves you but you are rotten to the core and are unworthy of our princess. I will be watching you and waiting for you to fuck up so bad that she will have no choice but to acknowledge the truth. You are vile, disgusting and so far beneath her, it is like she took a shit and reached into the toilet to discover that the piece of shit was a real boy."

His face went medieval angry. His breathing grew labored. "I hate you," he said his breath catching in his throat as though the words were piercing even his own very soul.

"The feeling is mutual. You are garbage. I will be nice to you for the sake of The Princess. I will be nice to you for the sake of our group but know this and know it well. You are nothing to me and if an opportunity presents itself for me to destroy you know that I will not hesitate. I despise you. I loathe you. You are unworthy of her. One day she will realize it and I will be there. Remember that, I will be there to laugh at you as you fall. I.Ain't.Going.Nowhere." I smiled my evil smile.

He was so close to me that I thought he would either punch me or kiss me but either way, he was too close and breathing too heavily. Rage. Rage was in his eyes but not mine. I had won. I was calm.

"You think you've won, but it is me that's won," he said after regaining his control.

"If that's how you see it so be it."

"You are such a fucking bitch" he spat.

"So I've been told," I said cooley.

"Fuck you, Cathy," he said finally as he started to leave the gazebo.

"I bet you wish," I said smirking.

"Bitch," he said as he quickly walked away.

"Asshole!" I hollered back at him and as I stood there regaining my own composure I couldn't help but smile. I got under his skin. No one could out-argue me. No one could use their words to pour as much poison as I could. No one but my mother. Damn, I was turning into my mother.


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