Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 22

Part4- Chapter 1

The blaring music throughout the building along with the chatter of strangers aren't enough to drown out the pounding of my heartbeat between my ears. I try to blink away the tears welling in my eyes as I'm frozen in my place near the bar.

Across the room in a dimly lit corner is my boyfriend, Jason. And the curvy blonde locking lips with him makes it apparent why he couldn't come out and celebrate my twenty-first birthday with me tonight.

Though, of course, he blamed it on having to work late yet again.

My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach while I watch their hands roaming all over each other's bodies. I feel like such a fool, stuck in place and unable to turn away similar to a deer caught in approaching headlights.

I can barely muster the strength to blink away the sight of them. I feel like I'm suspended in time, being forced to watch the two of them for what seems like an eternity while warm tears begin to streak down my cheeks.

I sense the gentle touch of someone's hand on my shoulder. It takes me a moment to realize that it's my best friend, Amy.

I spin around to meet a concerned expression washing over her face. "Are you alright?" she asks me as her eyes dart in the direction of Jason and his new piece

of ass.

if he's been seeing her the whole six months we've been

what a fool I've been. I'm twenty-one years old and a virgin. Although Jason reassured me that

me wanted to believe that he actually cared about

and shrug my shoulders, not knowing what else to do or

smile. Our other friend, Claire, moves next to her, gasping

says loudly with venom in her voice. Her eyes grow wider, and she

heading toward the exit, his hand tightly gripping the blonde's hand. They're both smiling and laughing as they're leaving the nightclub. Not a

my

over Jason. I knew deep down that he wasn't going

few months that he wasn't the type

he could betray me on my birthday of all days. It hurts to know just how

low after having a terrible shift at the coffee shop where I

need the money to

nursing courses, I swear I would've

cherry on top

on, you need a drink," Amy tells me while turning toward the bar. "Then we'll go out to the dance floor,