I watched Andrew drink the entire glass. The room burst into laughter. Bianca blushed and praised Andrew like he was her hero. He then smiled gently before he pinched her cheek.
It felt like my body was being cut open by a dull, rusty knife. The pain was slow and deep and the wounds were ugly and raw.
I saw the blood in my mind, bright red and flowing. I felt like I was falling apart, yet I still wondered if maybe I was wrong. Maybe there was a reason.
My best friend, Monica, held me up as I shook, ready to storm in.
"Andrew, you’re fucking monster!" she yelled.
But I stopped her. I took out my phone and called him. Even now, I still hoped he would give me a real explanation, something to make it all make sense.
I saw Andrew pick up his phone from the table. He looked at Bianca with a strange expression. But Bianca ended the call right away.
Then, she grabbed his arm again and reminded him, "You promised."
"You said you would support me," she said, biting her lip.
She looked at Andrew with determination.
I kept calling. Again and again. The screen on the table lit up and went dark. Finally Andrew made a choice.
"Yes."
"I promised you."