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tonight. My cheeks instantly flushed with anger. This wasn’t the first time he had lied to me about being around other women. As I made the turn around the back of the trailer I started looking for Tucker. I heard whistles and realized they could see my figure, but didn’t notice who I was yet. I kept walking toward the crowd. Charlie and Nick, Tucker ’ s two best friends stood up and headed in my direction.
    “Miranda? What are you doin’ here?” Nick asked, almost preventing me from looking past them.
    “What do you think I am doin’ here? I want to have a good time. Where is my man?”
    Charlie was giving me a once over and lickin g his lips. I waved my hand in front of his face. “Hello? Up here.”
    “Sorry, you just…well you look hot Miranda. I guess I haven’t seen you in a while. You sure do look different, ” Charlie stuttered out.
    “Thanks , but I am here to see Tucker. Where is he? I saw his car out front.”
    I pushed past them and they followed trying to say something, but I ignored them. He clearly wasn’t outside so I headed for the trailer.
    “Miranda..WAIT!” Charlie yelled behind me. He ran up in front of me. “He isn’t inside.”
    Just as I started to believe him, the back door flew open. Tucker was laughing with his beer in one hand and a redhead’s ass in his other.
    “What the hell?” I yelled as I ran toward them. “Tucker?”
    His hand quickly moved away from the little ginger. “Miranda, I can explain.”
    I started walking away and knew he was followin g . “I don’t see how you are goin g to talk me out of what I think I just saw Tucker. Is this why you didn’t invite me?”
    He grabbed both of my arms. “She means nothin’ to me babe. We were just messin’ around. I was tellin’ her about you.”
    I pulled away from his grasp. “Do you really expect me to believe that lame ass excuse? Did you sleep with her?”
    “Hell no!”
    I folded my hands across my chest. “Really? Why don’t I go find her and ask myself then.”
    Adrenaline filled my veins and I knew it was much better than him seeing me cry. I wanted answers and I wanted them now.
    “She likes me, but I never returned the feelins. Let’s go somewhere and be alone. We can talk this through.”
    “No! I am a mother of a beautiful little girl and I will be damned if I let her daddy walk all over me.”
    I turned and started walking away. There was no way that I was going to let him see me crying.
    “Mira nda wait! I will go with you,” h e offered by grabbing my arm.
    I yanked myself out of his strong grip. “Get the fuck off of me! I can’t even look at your lyin ’ ass right now. Do not follow me. Go back to that little whore and have a great night, you son of a bitch.”
    He backed away and st ood there watching as I skidded down the driveway. I couldn’t catch my breath for at least ten minutes. My car sat at the end of the road until I could stop crying enough to be able to see out of my tear filled eyes.
    How could he just pretend that we didn’t exist? How could he ignore his responsibilities the way he was? How was I going to do all of this without him?
    All of those questions made me cry even more. Every time I saw headlights in the rearview mirror, I thought it would be Tucker coming to apologize, but he never did.
    When an hour had passed, I had become so angry that I decided to go back and give him a real piece of my mind. Part of me wanted to call my brother, but I knew he would beat the living shit out of Tucker and end up in jail over it. I wasn’t willing to risk my brother getting into trouble.
    I pulled in across from Charlie’s trailer and climbed out of my car without being seen. Just like last time, I could hear the laughter coming from the backyard.  I walked around the opposite side of the house and peeked around it slowly so I wouldn’t be spotted.
    My heart dropped when I spotted the same redhead, sitting on Tucker’s lap, with her tongue in his mouth. I closed my