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the part after all, when all I really want to do right now is stand on the nearest table and shout if anyone knows where the hell my sister is right now.
       I get over to where the VIP section is and instead of approaching the man standing guard, I stand off to the side and look around to see if I can spot Hayden or any of the other men from that night sitting at one of the tables or dancing in the center of the section, but all I see are a bunch of young people hanging out, Hayden is nowhere to be seen.
       I start to give up and head back out towards where the dance floor is so I can stop at the bar and get something to drink.  This place is way too hot and I need a moment to sit down and think about what my next move will be when I leave here before I head out into the night and face the fact that once again I am no closer to finding my sister than I was the day she disappeared.
       “One coke please,” I tell the bartender when I sit down at the counter.  He nods once and places the glass in front of me and uses his soda gun to fill it to the top.
       “You sure you don’t want something stronger?  You look like you could use a real drink,” he says to me when I pick up the soda and put it to my lips.
       He’s right, I probably do, but now is not the time for me to start drinking.  I’m on a mission and can’t afford to even have one drink right now.  I politely shake my head no and he moves off down to the other end of the small bar to get someone else a drink.
       I turn in my chair taking my soda with me and look at the couples dancing in the room.  I almost drop my glass when I spot Hayden dancing with some young girl in the center of the room.  He stands out with his partner because while everyone is dancing like their life depends on it, he and his partner are grinding against one another like they are about five seconds from taking their clothes off.  The girl reminds me so much of my sister in a way.  Dress too short, heels too high, and a pound of makeup caked on her face.  Not to mention the fact that she’s way too young for him and looks like she’s after his money.  I would normally laugh and roll my eyes, but watching them, my mind drifts back to my sister.  Just the thought of her has me placing the glass and a five dollar bill down next to it on the bar and standing from my stool so I can adjust my dress.  As the night has gone on, this thing seems to be getting tighter and tighter, guess we’re not the same size after all.
       When I’m done, I refocus my gaze on the couple and narrow my eyes at Hayden, who now has his hands inching towards the girl’s ass.  When she turns around to face him, he grabs two handfuls and grinds himself against her.  I’m seeing red when he does this, that’s the same exact thing he did to my sister when they were together.  I see he wasted no time moving on and if he’s really here, then where is my sister and this new life she supposedly started?  Wouldn’t that life have included her new boy toy?  Clearly that new life didn’t, because he’s standing mere feet from me now.
       I didn’t even realize that my feet had carried me so close to them, until I’m pushed from behind and plow right into the couple I’ve been glaring at.
       “Hey, what the hell?” huffs the girl when she’s pushed to the side and Hayden lets her go.  I’m sure she thinks I pushed her out of the way on purpose to get to Hayden, especially since I am now right in front of him.  When I look up at Hayden, that’s clearly what it looks like since I am now standing in her place.
       I ignore the girl as I turn fully to face him.  “Hayden,” I grit out at him.
       “I’m sorry, have we met before?” he asks tilting his head to the side.
    I place my hands on my hips and glare up at him, “Of course we have, you don’t remember me?  Katrina ring a bell?”
       He scratches the back of his neck as he blinks down at me in