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constant sobbing and I’d never felt more alone or more disgraced in my
life. As much as I wanted to go home, climb into bed and curl up in a ball
under the covers, I wanted to vent and talk through my feelings with a friend.
But I didn’t actually have any real friends. Or did I?
    Through tear blurred eyes, I scrolled the
contacts in my phone searching for Melissa’s number. She answered on the third
ring.
    “Hey, Anna. How are you?” she greeted in
her usual cheerful, sing-song voice.
    I tried to
answer. My throat constricted. I choked then burst into tears again, collapsing
against a vacant storefront with my head in my hands – both face and hands
smeared with mascara. I no longer cared who saw me or what I looked like. I no
longer cared about anything.
     

     
    “Come on sweetie, just drink this. I
promise, it’ll help.” Melissa handed me a glass of something that smelled sweet
and delicious.
    “What is it?” I managed to ask, between
sobs.
    “Black spiced rum with a dash of Coke. It’s
a miracle cure. Trust me.”
    “Spiced rum? Seriously? A cure for what — scurvy?”
I said as I sniffed the unusual cocktail.
    “Everything.” Melissa laughed. She was
trying to get me to calm down and it was almost working. I took a hefty sip of
the rum and coke and felt the warmth of the alcohol roll down my throat.
    “I think you’re onto something.” The
sobbing stopped and I took another swig of the calming spirit and began to
really enjoy the sweet syrupy taste.
    “No wonder those damn pirates are always
singing about their rum. This stuff has some kick to it. I can feel the buzz
already.” I was feeling more relaxed by the minute.
    “OK, so tell me I got it wrong when you
were bawling before. Tell me you aren’t in love with your stepbrother and you
didn’t stick your tongue down his throat and grab his cock.”
    When I heard it like that, it did sound
pretty sick. Another mouthful of rum and I might almost not care.
    “No, that about sums it up. You got the
gist of it.”
    “And he hired you to do a lap dance for
him? Isn’t that the creepiest thing ever?”
    “No, it wasn’t like that. You didn’t know
me before. I didn’t look anything like I do now. Unfit, curvy, brunette. You
name it, it was different. I’ve worked my ass off to get into shape and get
build up some confidence.”
    “So that shiny, golden hair of yours isn’t
natural?”
    I shook my head. “Sorry, hun, the curtains
and the rug definitely don’t match.”
    We both burst out laughing. A good dose of
rum has a way of making things seem so much funnier.
    “So …” Melissa
gestured for me to continue the story. “What went wrong tonight?”
     

     
    “And that’s pretty much what happened,” I
said, angrily as I finished the story. “So, if there’s any part about me falling
in love with my stepbrother, or running away from home so I didn’t have to deal
with the pain of seeing him with other girls and feel like an idiot or how I
ended up with his dick in my hand while I lap danced for him in a strip club,
feel free to fucking ask.”
    Suddenly I felt terrible. I was shouting at
Melissa like she had some part in this pathetic drama and all she was doing was
trying to help. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I’m just so
angry with myself. With my brother ... stepbrother . With everything and
everyone, really.” I started to sob again.
    “It’s alright sweetie,” Melissa said calmly
as she hugged me close. “You let it all out and if you need to unload some shit
on me, that’s fine, too.” I felt her reassuring hand making circles on my back
as she tried to soothe me. It must have worked because the sobbing started to
ease.
    “I don’t know what to do,” I said as I
looked at the patchwork of tears and mascara I’d left behind on Melissa’s T
shirt. “Shit! And I’m sorry about that, too.”
    She dismissed the mess I’d made with a
shrug of her shoulders. “What’s really