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ProfNigma Stories #4: Falling Pieces #5

... fucking easy." "Do you want to break up?" he said coldly. "Well, I guess that's the question. I kinda feel like I have been single for a while. There's her and there's me. You've got this whole life up there, and I just get a peek into it every so often, mostly with her leading the way. I get next to nothing from this relationship, and I feel like I'm giving up a huge portion of my life waiting for you to make a real choice." "Jade, look, you chose this. You said you were fine to share with Sam, and now you're saying you don't? Sam never has an issue-" "That's because she fucking gets to be with you. Of course she's not complaining, and honestly, I'm less mad at her, and more mad at you for letting us go on this long and not making a choice." "So, I need to make a choice. Well, why should I pick you over Sam?" "Are you fucking k**ding me? Don't ask me to fight for you. After the last three months, I shouldn't have to. Make the fucking decision. Until I know for sure that you're committed, you might as well consider me single." She didn't give Freddie a chance to respond before closing out the window and messaging Cat. She wasn't online strangely, so feeling completely and utterly alone, Jade tucked her laptop away. Jade stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours, before looking at the clock. Five minutes had passed since she 'hung up' on Freddie. "If I have to be alone, I might as well go all out on the sadness," she said to no one, before going to the kitchen. Stealing ...

... a bottle of SKYY vodka from her mother's collection, Jade quickly opened it and chugged it, her face wincing as the alcohol burned as it went down. The pain didn't slow her down at all, and before she even reached her bedroom, she had downed a quarter of the 60oz bottle. Jade set the bottle on her nightstand, curled up in her blanket and turned on the TV. She didn't move from this spot until nearly noon the next day. * * * Over an hour later, Tori was still fighting her tears while laying on the couch and watching some dumb movie. Trina finally found the nerve to leave her room again and get something to eat from the kitchen. "Whatcha watchin'?" "I don't know... some Lifetime movie." "Ech," Trina said, plopping down in the chair. "I hate that channel. It's supposed to be television for men, but everything deals with women being beaten or abused." "I think the point is that they fight back or rise from it." "Whudeva," Trina said, her mouth full of chips, thankfully swallowing before she finished, "I normally lose interest after the first few minutes." "No surprise there." The s*sters sat in silence as they watched a woman running through an abandoned parking garage, trying to escape her husband's friend who was apparently a stalker and a killer. "I feel bad about the thing with Robbie," Trina said, out of nowhere. "You should, Trina... you really hurt him, and despite the truth coming out, his reputation has taken a huge hit. It was maybe the worst thing you've ever done." "I ...