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"Butterfly. . . Butterfly, stop!"
Butterfly heard Lisa telling her to stop, but she just couldn't. Everything felt like a nightmare to her. She just wanted to wake up to find that she and Lance were still together. She needed to wake up to his smile he gave her every morning when she woke up. That's how it was supposed to be. Instead, she ran after a man she gave her all to, who just trampled all over her heart.
The thought of Lance not being in love with her anymore kept rearing its ugly head in her mind. Didn't he know that the grass wasn't always greener on the other side?
Butterfly wiped a trickle of sweat that appeared on her brow. The heat was making it hard for her to breathe; her running like she was in the Olympics didn't make things any better. She kept turning around to see if she could spot Lance and Asia in the parking lot.
She finally spotted them getting into a tinted black car. She ran over to them since they were only a couple of feet away from her. She heard the rumbling of the engine. She saw them trying to pull away from the parking space. Before they could do so, she jumped in front of the vehicle.
Butterfly threw her hands up. "Stop."
The car screeched to a halt. Lance slammed the door shut, followed by a pissed off Asia, who had been driving.
"What in the hell is wrong with you?" Lance asked, frowning down at her.
"I just don't understand how you can leave me for her," Butterfly said. She sensed the vulnerability and pleading in her voice. She didn't like it one bit.
Lanced stalked closer to her while giving her a threatening gaze. "You were never really smart, so let me dumb it down for you. I'm just not in love with you anymore. I've found someone new, sorry."
Butterfly closed her eyes for a second, to try and control her brewing emotions. "You're not sorry. Why did you even show up at the wedding?"
"One thing I try to do is keep my promises. I'm sorry Butterfly, but I just couldn't keep this promise to you."
Lance put his hand up to her cheek, but she flinched away. She didn't want him touching her now. He probably touched Asia the same way, she thought. The thought made her stomach churn.
Lance sighed and said, "Butterfly it's over."
When Lance walked back to the car with Asia, she didn't try to stop him this time. She didn't even try to step in front of the car when it finally pulled out of the parking space. She stood there for what felt like an eternity.
Butterfly finally turned around and saw Lisa, with a grim expression on her face. "Did you hear everything?" she asked.
"Yeah. B, I have a confession to make," she said while looking down at the pavement. "I knew he was messing around with Asia."
Butterfly put her hand up to her forehead. She felt a little light-headed all of a sudden. "Are you serious? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't think it was my place to say. I didn't want to be the one to ruin your relationship with Lance. You seemed so happy being with him. I didn't want to do anything to disrupt that."
"What kind of friend are you?" Butterfly asked, shaking her head in disgust. "I would have told you in a heartbeat. Because that's what real friends do."
"Butterfly, I'm sorry." Lisa's lips quivered, as she tried to hold back her tears. Butterfly didn't care. She was too damn mad to care.
"I really can't look at you right now. I have to get out of here."
She felt Lisa's hand on her forearm, trying to prevent her from leaving. She snatched her arm away. "Just leave me alone," Butterfly stated.
Lisa looked hurt, but Butterfly didn't care at this point. She just wanted to be alone to think.
Butterfly was glad that her car was in the parking lot of the church. She knew some women had limousines for their weddings, but Butterfly thought it was a waste of money. So, she had Lisa drive her up to the church.
She rushed over to her car, which was parked a few yards away. She just wanted to get away from it all. Butterfly didn't want to see the sympathetic faces looking at her. She didn't want to hear the whispers of her family and friends.
She noticed the voices calling out to her, but her body just would not stop. Rather, she wouldn't let herself slow down. Her heels began to hurt the soles of her feet, but that still wasn't enough to slow her down. When she reached her car, she remembered that her keys were still in the church inside her purse. These were one of those times she was glad she had made duplicate keys. But her keys were in the glove compartment.
Maybe Lisa didn't lock it, as usual. Butterfly tugged on the door handle, and it opened up. She hurried up and got in. She could see her parents and Lisa trying to catch up to her. She must've told them where she was.
Butterfly started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot so fast, that the tires screeched. She didn't know where she was going, but then again she didn't care. As long as it was somewhere no one would think to find her.
Butterfly had the perfect place in mind, as she drove onto the turnpike.
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Butterfly stepped out of the car, into the semi-dark parking lot. There weren't a lot of cars out there yet since it was still early in the evening. She knew the south-side of town was a little dangerous, but this was the only place she knew her family wouldn't come looking for her.
She limped, as she walked towards the glass door of the bar, called Beer Thirty. Her feet were hurting so bad, that she just wanted to hurry up, sit down, and wash away her emotions with a good alcoholic beverage. Butterfly wasn't much of a drinker, but tonight she was determined to become an expert at it.
When Butterfly walked into the bar, she had the attention of everyone in the room. Not because she was so beautiful, but it was more likely the fact that she looked like a crazy woman, coming into a bar with a wedding dress on. She was sure her hair probably looked like a rat's nest sitting atop her head, and her eyes were probably swollen and red.
Butterfly didn't care what they thought. She wasn't here to pick up a man or try to look cute. She just wanted to wallow in her emotions for a moment. She sat down on the barstool and was about to order a drink when she felt someone sit by her on a stool.
"What do you want to drink, beautiful?"
Butterfly sighed and turned her attention to the handsome male beside her. He had olive-toned skin, dark hair, and striking sea-green eyes. She had to admit he looked good in his leather jacket and fitting blue jeans. She wasn't looking for the company though, so she turned her attention back to the bartender.
"I'll have a Smirnoff please," she said.
The female bartender, with freckles, and strawberry blond hair, smiled and said 'sure thing'. She brought out the Smirnoff to give to her. Butterfly started drinking, while the bartender turned her attention to another eager customer.
She could feel his eyes roaming across her body. It seemed like he wasn't getting the picture that she just wanted to be left alone.
"Take a picture it'll last longer," she said while taking a sip of her drink. She thought it tasted like lemonade with a bitter aftertaste.
The sexy stranger leaned in her direction and said, "Feisty, I like that."
She turned to get a better look at him. "I'm not in the mood for company right now. If you don't mind, I'd like to enjoy my drink alone."
He gave her a quick smirk, and said, "Okay, but let me buy you a drink. Then I'll leave you alone."
Butterfly glanced at him a moment, to find that he looked sincere. "Okay, just one drink and you leave me alone."
He put his hands up as if he was surrendering to the police. "Of course, by the way, my name is, Chance."
Chance held out his hand for her to take, and she obliged. The handshake lasted a little longer than Butterfly wanted it to, so she broke the grasp quickly. Chance then ordered a drink for her called Sex on the Beach.
Butterfly told him that she needed to use the lady's room. Her bladder was about to burst. He smiled and told her he'd be waiting for her when she returned. She sighed and walked towards the bathrooms. She didn't want to have to deal with him all night, and he seemed to be the persistent type too.
She made her way into the lady's room, without bumping into anyone. It was beginning to get crowded and a little rowdy in the small bar. She made it to the bathroom and found an empty stall. After she did her business, she walked up to the sink to wash her hands. She was afraid to touch anything since the whole room looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years.
There were paper towels thrown all across the dingy marble floor. The sinks were just as dirty and she was afraid that if she tried to wash her hands, that she might catch some kind of incurable disease. Butterfly decided to just suck it up. She washed her hands as thoroughly as she could with warm water.
Before leaving, she glanced in the mirror and confirmed how she thought she looked. Her eyes were indeed puffy and red. Not even make-up could help with the dark circles, that made her look like a raccoon. She tried fixing her chestnut hair back into the beautiful bun it once was in, but it was of no use. She got fed up and just left it as it was.
She made her way back over to Chance and sat down. "I see you're still here."
He leaned in closer to her and smiled. "I told you I wasn't going anywhere. You look depressed. I want to be the one to put a smile on your face."
Butterfly snickered and said, "I guess I do need a little bit of cheering up."
"Yeah, so let's party and have a good time."
He motioned for her to take a sip of her sex on the beach. It tasted better than Smirnoff. It was so fruity and sweet. She could barely taste the alcohol in it. She hoped it wasn't one of those types of beverages that sneak up on you.
"Let's dance," Chance said.
He held out his hand for her take and she grabbed him gently. "Okay, but I have to tell you that I'm the worst dancer in the world."
"Just hold onto me. I'll show you the ropes," he replied, with a wink.
There was no DJ since this was a run-down bar. But there was a music box where you could play different genres of music. There was a hip-hop song playing by Lil' Wayne. Chance was actually a good dancer. She wasn't the greatest, but she was keeping up with him.
She was grinding on him, while he placed his hands on her hips firmly. She was actually starting to have a good time and forget about all that happened to her today. After all that dancing, Butterfly started feeling nauseous. She was also finding it hard to keep her eyes open.
"Chance...I'm starting to feel...bad. I'm going to go sit down."
Chance grabbed Butterfly tightly around the waist, making her breathing become uneven. Everything became blurry and her eyes felt heavy. "Chance you're hurting me." She managed to squeak out.
He smiled at her, though it looked a little creepy to her. "I'm going to do that and so much more to you."
He dragged her to the exit of the bar. She tried to scream for help and fight Chance off, but she couldn't move. It looked like no one was coming to her defense. Her eyes were almost sealed shut, as she tried to plead with the people around her. They probably thought they were lovers and that he was just taking her home after getting drunk for the night.
Chance finally got her limp body out of the bar and into the parking lot. Butterfly couldn't do anything, but be terrified inside her head, as the darkness came to her strong and un-relentless, swallowing her up.
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