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need coffee. 
    My wary body protests, but finally cooperates as I exit the bed and step to the coffee maker wishing I had a fairy that knew when I want this shit so I never have to wait. I'm a fan of instant gratification. 
    Clearly.
    I drink my first cup of coffee and look around my apartment to see if he left a note. I even check the toilet because that would be such a Johnny thing to do. I flip his pillow over one last time to make sure he didn't tuck it underneath. 
    Nothing.
    The light bulb in my head goes off. I check my phone only to discover forty missed calls and texts. I swipe through them quickly. 
    All last night. None from Johnny since he stuck his dick in me. I've become the kind of girl who allows a man to push her around and now I've become the stupid, stupid bitch who wonders why a man isn't in her bed the next morning. Better yet, I've become the stupid bitch who gets all torn up about it. 
    Shit on a stick. 
    I take a sleeping pill and go back to bed. If I'm sleeping it won't hurt so fucking bad. 
     
    I wake at two in the morning and instantly check my phone like the pathetic woman I am. Nothing from him. So, I do the next stupid bitch thing and check his social media. 
    Motherfucker.
    He left my bed before six this morning and apparently joined the end of his party. Pictures of him with all of our friends are tagged at Rich's place. They’re plastered all over his accounts. Women are in the background while I bet he still smells like me.
    Platinum club member on a Saturday night with a bruised body and a mangled heart.
    Pathetic. 
    A notification pings on my phone. I swipe it and see Johnny has posted another picture. Five fucking seconds ago. And he's with a long-haired blonde bitch with blue eyes and a nice chest. At least we know he has a type.
    I throw my phone across the room. I might cry myself to sleep at the deplorable low I've reached in my life. I let my best friend make me that girl, and it’s not like I really liked the girl I was to begin with.
     
    My phone rings as I sit on a tropical beach with a mojito in hand and look at all the eye candy I could ever wish for. I reach down into my beach bag and silence my phone, but the damn thing starts right back ringing. 
    My beach fades to dark and the sounds of beeping horns and shouts from the Brooklyn street below assault me. Reality blows. 
    The phone silences and rings once again. I climb out of bed to find where I threw the damn thing but it's dark so I'm following the sound.
    The phone casts a light I finally find.
    "Hello?" I answer the unknown number.
    "An inmate at the New York City Police Department, 13th Precinct, is calling collect. The call is from... 'Noely it's Jimmy!'... If you wish to accept these charges, please press '1'."
    I press one.
    "Jimmy?!!" I ask freaked the fuck out.
    "Shit, Noe. I didn't think you'd ever pick up.  Look, I know it's late, but I need bail. I'll stop at an ATM and pay you right back when I get the fuck out of here," Jimmy says in his thick Brooklyn accent.
    "What the fuck did you do?" I ask in my best mother tone.
    He chuckles. Only this guy would chuckle while calling me collect from jail.
    "Got into a skirmish."
    I roll my eyes, "Yeah? They book you on first degree skirmish, asshole?" 
    He whines, "Come on, Noely baby help me out. I'd bail you out of jail, no questions asked."
    He would. True story.
    "Yeah, but you'd probably be in jail with me and then where the fuck would we be?" I ask him half-joking.
    "Reliving the high, Noely baby."
    "I'll be there in twenty," I tell him.
    "I can always count on you, Noles," I hear the smile in his voice.
    We disconnect and I jump in the shower for all of three minutes. I brush my teeth, throw on a Blood Feather tee without thinking, roll my eyes, and push my feet into some combat boots. I run the brush through my long blonde hair and throw my favorite Yankees cap on. 
    I half-walk, half-jog to the precinct and wait for someone to tell me how much