Annabelle's POV The music is loud, and girls are swaying their hips to the sounds. The atmosphere of the clubhouse is a mixture of happiness, freedom, excitement, and tension....sexual tension. Everyone seems to be happy except me. I want to be drunk in my sorrows. I can see my best friend watching in pity. "I hate him, Pam. I hate him", I cry as I gulp down the remaining content of the alcohol. "Babe, let it go already. Let's enjoy this night", she places her hand on my shoulder to pacify me but I am inconsolable. Tears are already streaming down my eyes. Pamela sighs when she sees my tears. I know she is already tired of te
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