Helanie:
"Fucking put your clothes on," I hissed at her, but then I just felt like I didn't even want to be there anymore. Everything was falling apart so badly now.
"You know what—," I sighed, "I'll just leave." I didn't know what I was thinking. I was so overwhelmed with emotions, wanting to get away one moment and then stay the next.
And that's exactly what happened the minute I stepped out of the room.
"I'm not going to leave her in there, making out with that animal," I muttered, rolling my eyes at my own indecisiveness before storming back inside with renewed determination.
Once I was back in, I got to see their reactions.
Lamar had put on pants, while Lucy was crying on the bed—still naked, covered in sheets, her hands over her face.
"You're really not drunk, are you?" I accused, narrowing my eyes at Lamar. It was obvious he wasn't as wasted as he was pretending to be. In fact, he might have had only a few drinks.
