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I approached the bouncer, and he greeted me with a smile.
"Hi, Laura," he said, recognizing me from previous encounters. "It's been a long time," he smiled.
"I know, right?" I said and he parted the way for me to enter. I couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. This was my favorite spot to unwind after a long day, and I always felt at home there.
I took a deep breath and stepped inside, feeling the energy of the crowd wash over me. The club was bustling with people of all ages dressed in various styles. Some were dressed to impress, while others were dressed in more casual attire. The lighting was low, casting a sultry atmosphere over the scene.
I made my way to the bar, scanning the crowd for familiar faces. As I ordered my drink, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see my best friend, Becca, smiling broadly. She hugged me, almost squeezing the life out of me.
"You made it!" she said while spinning me around, grinning from ear to ear. We stopped for a moment to look at each other. She looked so excited to see me. "I haven’t seen you for weeks, Laura!" she cried.
"I'm sorry. I’ve had a lot to do," I pleaded.
"It's fine. We have a lot to talk about, girl," she said as she took my hand and started dragging me toward the VIP section of the club.
"Laura, get us to the VIP section, pleeeease," she begged, tugging my hand gently.
I laughed and followed along.
Becca had been my closest friend since elementary school. Despite our different backgrounds, we'd always had a strong bond that had withstood the test of time. Growing up, my dad was very selective about who my friends were, and Becca was the only one I had been allowed to spend extended amounts of time with. Her family was stable and loving, and they welcomed me with open arms.
Over the years, Becca had become a constant presence in my life. Even though our worlds kept us apart, we tried to keep in touch through video chats every single day. It was our way of staying up to date on everything that was going on in our lives.
Despite leading very different lives, Becca had always been there for me. She had been my lifeline when I moved to Italy, offering support and guidance as I navigated that new chapter of my life. We talked about everything, from our dreams and aspirations to the latest gossip around our hometown.
Although Becca had only met my dad a few times, she never judged me or him. She listened to my stories and offered a patient ear whenever I needed to vent. Her unwavering support had been a source of comfort and strength, and I knew I could always count on her.
As we continued to grow and evolve as adults, I knew that Becca would always be a constant in my life. We may not see each other every day anymore, but our friendship knew no boundaries. I was grateful for her kindness, her loyalty, and her unwavering support, and I wished that I could be that same kind of friend to her.
We headed over to the other side of the club and were accompanied by the pulsing beat of the music and the excited chatter of the crowd. We walked through throngs of people, making our way toward the roped-off section that was reserved for VIPs only. I signaled to the bouncer, who recognized me and let us in without hassle.
As we walked in, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over me. It felt good to be recognized and respected in this exclusive club, even if it was just because of my connections. Becca seemed to share my excitement as she giggled.
"You good now?" I asked, grinning.
"No better feeling than having a rich, influential friend," she squealed.
We scanned the area for a place to sit. The room was dimly lit, with plush deep purple couches and chairs scattered throughout. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and perfume, and the atmosphere was charged with anticipation.
I spotted an empty couch in the corner of the room and made a beeline toward it. As we settled in, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Being in the VIP section made me feel important and powerful. I was happy to share this experience with my closest friend again. We leaned back on the comfortable cushions, sipping our drinks and taking in the sights and sounds around us.
"Do you know how much I had to be downtherewhile you were away?" she pointed down the crowded dance floor in the main area. She dabbed an eye with her hands, faking her tears. I laughed at her so heartily.
We laughed and talked, enjoying each other's company and the glamorous atmosphere of the VIP section. It was a moment of pure joy and freedom, a break from the stresses of our everyday lives. For a few hours, we were able to forget our worries and simply revel in the excitement of the moment.
The VIP section of the club was extravagant, with a full table of wine and various other alcoholic drinks. Becca got up to use the restroom but then didn’t return for a while. Concerned about her well-being, I decided to check on her.
As I walked down the long hallway toward the restrooms, I could hear muffled sounds of people arguing. The closer I got, the louder it became until I could see a lady with sequin clothes and a poker face consoling her drunk friend about a breakup.
"He's an idiot. There no reason you should bawl your eyes out for him," she told the other lady, who was definitely wasted and barely standing. Just then, I heard a loud wail that I recognized as Becca's voice. Rushing towards the commotion, I saw my friend crying, mascara smeared all over her face.
"Don'teverget close to me again!" she shouted at someone. It was then that I noticed a man standing near her, scowling at her. I quickly approached him and, in a calm voice, asked who he was. He responded with a sneer and called me a freak.
I had yet to hear of this guy from Becca. Was this someone she knew or just a stranger trying to harass her?
I pulled out my phone, but my friend stopped me.
"He’s my ex," she said, barely audible.
