Andy told me she was going to get a drink and was coming right back, but that was literally an hour ago. Instead of coming back to me, she kept drinking and stopping to socialize with other people. I had tried to jump in the conversations every so often but it was almost like I wasn't there. I always ended up standing somewhere by myself, having brief conversations with Shawn or aimlessly walking around. It was boring and stupid. Everyone else was having a good time and I was ready to go. At one point, I almost called an Uber to take me home but it would've rubbed Andy the wrong way. I'm not sure why. It wasn't like she was paying attention to me anyways.

For some reason, everything that she was doing tonight was getting on my damn nerves. She kept walking away from me, she smelled like nothing but weed and when I wasn't with her I noticed she was being flirty with girls. I would stand across the room and watch her get too close to some but I couldn't do anything or I would be the crazy f-cking girlfriend that shot up the party. My patience was weighing thin and I felt like I was going to snap at any moment. Part of me wanted to drink to calm my nerves but another part of me knew I had to be sober because Andy was about to be too drunk off her ass to do anything.

"Are you okay, love," Donna asked as she approached me. I was standing with my back against the wall and texting Eric on my phone. Him and his girlfriend were having game night and he invited me over. He claimed that his game night was better than any gangster party. I would've went if he wasn't five f-cking hours away. When I reminded him how far apart we were he sent crying face emojis and I sent them back because I honestly didn't want to be here.

"Yes, I'm okay. I'm just a little bored. I guess I'm not in the partying mood," I said as casually as possible. She pressed her lips together and came to stand beside me on the wall.

"It's like that sometimes. It comes with the territory. She's having the time of her life and you're praying for this sh-t to end. I've been there, girl. Countless of times but soon you'll get over it." I sighed heavily and looked towards Donna to see her giving me a caring smile. "You know what helped me? Instead of just standing against the wall, I started going around and making conversation with random people. It got me a lot more respect within the Family and it kind of made Iggy jealous, especially when I talked to the boys. I found him making sure he was closer than ever because he was worried someone would take me away."

"I doubt that'll work on Andy. Look at her. She's already drunk," I told Donna as I nodded my head over to her daughter. Andy was talking to some girl and she could barely stand up straight. She was leaning to the side and moving closer to the girl. My blood began boiling when she grabbed her hand. "I'm going to f-cking kill her." I started walking towards Andy but Donna put her hand on my shoulder. Sh-t, was I overreacting?

All Andy did was grab the girl's hand but it seemed so suggestive, but maybe I was being extra. It was probably nothing. I looked back at Donna with hopeful eyes. I wanted her to tell me that I needed to calm down and that her daughter wasn't doing anything that she wasn't supposed to do. "Iggy never cheated on me and I think the main reason is because I trusted him. No matter how far or close I trusted him. Sometimes he flirted, but never acted on anything. I believe Andy's the same. She wouldn't disrespect you."

I took a deep breath and forced a smile on my face. Donna was right. I trusted Andy. She had been through being cheated on and she knew my history so she wouldn't break so easily and slip up. Donna gave me a gorgeous grin back but her grin slowly faded and her blue eyes squinted. "What the f-ck is that d-ckhead doing?"

I followed her eyes and my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I clenched my fists and regretted not bringing my gun to the f-cking party. Andy was over there dancing with some b-tch in a skimpy dress. I could understand if it was just dancing, but it wasn't. The girl was dancing on Andy as if it was going to be her last dance and Andy's hands were in inexcusable places. When she grabbed her ass, I nearly sprinted across the room to them. I pushed past people to make my way over them and when I finally got to them, Andy looked right into my eyes and kept dancing as if it was nothing.

Wow, she really wanted me to kill a b-tch.

I snatched Andy's arm so she would let go of the girl. The two stopped dancing as the girl gave me a funny look. While the girl was looking at me as if I had lost my mind, Andy seemed confused. "Hey, what do you think you're doing," I asked her over the music.

"I'm just dancing, darlin'." Just f-cking dancing. If I grabbed anyone in this building and danced on them like that girl was dancing on her, she'd flip the f-ck out.

"Well, I'm not cool with that. You were way too close. For you to think it's okay for you to feel up on her ass like that, you've apparently had way too much. How about I take you home?" I thought I was being pretty calm and mature about things. The only reason I was yelling was so she could hear me over everything else, but she seemed to take things in some other stupid ass perspective.

"If you want to go home then you can go home, but this is my f-cking party. I'm going do what I want and dance with who I want. It's my f-cking celebration. You've been a c-nt all f-cking night. You're not my f-cking mother, Delaney," she spat at me as if I was the one in the wrong. I stood there in shock with my arms crossed. I didn't know whose ass I wanted to beat. Andy's or the hoe she was dancing with. Decisions, f-cking decisions.

"You girls having fun," Donna asked as she walked up. She knew exactly what was going on, but I guess she wanted to throw Andy off and get things under control.

"Everything's great, Ma," Andy said as sober as she could. "Delaney was just telling me she's ready to go home."

"Oh, was I," I asked as I cocked my head to the side.

"You're b-tching so maybe you should go," she continued as if she was going to kick me out. I wasn't going any-f-cking-where. I don't care how many of her f-cking goons she had try to get me out. I wasn't leaving unless she was leaving with me. I trusted sober Andy but drunk Andy was a mistake waiting to happen.

"I'm not being a f-cking-you know what, Andy. You have literally ten seconds. We need to go. Give me your hand and we can go because you're being really drunk and irresponsible right now." I reached my hand out to Andy but she acted like she didn't even see it.

"Or I could go home with Leslie?"

"Who the f-ck is Leslie!?"

"Okay, I think you had too much, Andrea. Let's go," Donna said as she grabbed Andy by the wrist.

While Donna tried to control Andy, I turned to the giggling hoe that was watching everything go down. "Are you f-cking Leslie?" I already knew I was going to beat her ass. It wouldn't be my first fight and probably wouldn't be my f-cking last.

Before she could answer, Andy walked over and wrapped her arm around the girl's waist. "Don't answer that."

"Andy, stop being a f-cking d-ck," Donna yelled at her daughter. Andy ignored her mother and whispered something in the hoe's ear. That's when I casually kicked off my f-cking heels. "Testa di cazzo," Donna muttered towards Andy.

Whether the hoe's name was Leslie or not, I pushed her. The girl was just as prepared to fight because she pushed me back immediately. That's when I punched her in her f-cking jaw and a fight commenced. Everyone around us stopped to watch and a bunch of people were trying to break us up. The girl was clawing at my face with her nails like a cat as I used my closed fist to pummel her. Those petty scratches of hers were just making me punch her harder. I didn't stop until someone finally got me off of her and when I did, everyone let out a shocked 'ooo'. That hoe, Leslie or whatever her name was, was bleeding profusely from her mouth and two of her teeth were laying beside her on the floor. Some people surrounded her to aid her as she cried.

It's what she deserves.

"Aye, what the f-ck, Delaney," Andy yelled at me as she got in my face. I rolled my eyes. Honestly, she was being so annoying. She can drink as much as she wants until they have to pump her f-cking stomach at this point. I was over it.

"Do you still want to go home with toothless or no," I questioned.

"You're a f-cking psycho. You ruined my f-cking party because you decided to be a jealous b-tch. This was supposed to be my f-cking night!"

"Boohoo. Are you going to cry about it?"

"F-ck you." Andy pushed past me and I stumbled back. Did she want to get her ass beat next or what? Though, I said I was over her for the night. I followed behind her as she made her way towards the exit of the building. It was good thing I followed her because she was heading towards her car. She stood there by the driver's door as she patted her body to find her keys. She yanked them out of her pockets and I just as quickly took them for her hands.

"Man, what the f-ck!? Leave me the f-ck alone, Delaney. Give me back my f-cking keys."

"You're drunk, idiot! You can't drive."

"Give me my f-cking keys. Right now or I swear-"

"What are you going to do," I tested.

Andy growled and kicked the passenger door of her car. She instantly regretted it and yelled in pain as she grabbed her ankle. "F-ck!"

"You're stupid drunk right now. Just let me help you. Let me see it," I told her as I tried to look at her ankle.

She pushed me away and pointed at me as if I was her enemy. "Don't f-cking touch me, b-tch!"

"Okay, do you want to die? You want to drink and drive? You want to f-ck other girls? Okay, Andrea, f-cking do that because I'm done trying to help your stupid, drunk ass." I threw her car keys at her face. She could die with that nasty ass attitude.

Luckily, Lin ended up running up to us. She must've been watching from a distance because she grabbed the keys before Andy could grab them. Right when Lin grabbed the keys and stepped back, Andy began puking all over her matte black Lamborghini. Ha! She was going to hate herself when she realized in the morning. She was bent over and holding her stomach afterwards. "I don't feel too good," she muttered.

"Come on, Delaney. Let's get her to my car. We can throw her in the back and take her home." I kind of didn't want to help out. I was tired of messing with Andy, but I knew I would feel sh-tty if I didn't.

"I don't want her to help me," Andy grumbled.

"Shut the f-ck up and let her help, asshole," Lin told her back. I had never heard Lin be so hostile, especially not towards Andy. Needless to say, I liked this side of Lin.

Andy shut up and let us take care of her. We got her home, made her shower and then pushed her into bed. Lin had to go pick up Jenny from the party but she made me promise that I would stay and watch over Andy, no matter how mad I was. I promised her I would.

Andy laid in bed groaning about her stomach. I sat there on the edge on the bed and stared at her. Not only did she have a sprained ankle but alcohol poisoning as well. A dumbass. Shortly, Andy fell asleep. Though I was mad at her, I couldn't help but watch her and make sure she was still breathing every ten minutes. At the moment, I hated her but I still loved her. I didn't want her to die while we were on bad terms and I didn't want her to die without me laying a good cursing on her once she was awake and sober.

Andy|

I woke up with an excruciating headache. It was almost unbearable, almost like the ones I had when I woke from my coma. I slowly sat up and grumbled. I didn't remember a damn thing about last night but it had to be a good time if I was this hungover. I jumped to my feet to head to the bathroom and I yelped in pain. I hopped on one leg and looked at my aching ankle. It was purple and swollen. I bit my lip as I forced myself to put a bit of pressure on it. I limped my way to the bathroom and brushed away the taste of vomit and alcohol in my mouth, took some pain medicine and took a shower.

What the hell happened last night? The last thing I remembered was I got high as hell, met Eva but what happened after that? I slowly made my way down the stairs, taking my turn between hopping and limping. I headed straight for the kitchen to put something on my stomach. When I limped in, I was surprised to see Delaney standing by the counter. She was eating an apple and texting on her phone. Maybe she could tell me what happened last night.

I trudged over to her and wrapped my arms around her from behind. My chin rested on her shoulder as I peered down at her phone. She quickly locked her phone and sighed deeply. "Mornin', darlin'. I didn't know you were here."

"Hi," Delaney responded dryly.

"I have the worst headache. I can't remember last night. Was it fun?"

Delaney moved my arms from around her and coldly began walking away from me. I furrowed my eyebrows and leaned against the counter for support. "Did I do something, darlin'?"

"I'm just here to make sure you're still alive. I'm going to go now," she kept walking towards the door. I expected her to stop but she didn't until I made myself hop after her. When I caught up with her, I grabbed her hand softly.

"Darlin', what's going on?" She turned around to face me with a straight face. There were scratch marks all over her face. What the hell happened? I grabbed her chin lightly and inspected her face but she quickly turned her head to the side.

"Don't touch me," she said simply.

I let go of her chin but I stared at her with confusion. I honestly couldn't put the pieces together. I had no clue what I did wrong. "What's bothering you? Let's talk about it. What happened last night? Why the hell do you have a scratch marks on your face?"

"You want to know what happened last night? You were a d-ck. You yelled at me because I got mad at you for dancing with a girl. It wasn't just friendly dancing either. Your hands were places they shouldn't have been. You were feeling on her ass, whispering in her ear as if she was your girl. You didn't even dance with me last night. You barely acknowledged me last night especially once you got drunk."

"Darlin'-"

"Let me f-cking talk. You didn't listen last night but you're going to listen now. Last night you were dancing with some b-tch. I tried to be calm. I told you that it was time to go home and then you started calling me a c-nt and a b-tch. I asked you again to let me take you home and then you told me you were going home with some b-tch named Leslie. That's when I snapped and I got into a fight with the hoe you were dancing with. I knocked out two of her teeth and she scratched up my face. After that, you pushed past me and basically ran out the building and tried to drink and drive. I took your keys. You got mad and kicked your Lamborghini which is why your dumbass has a sprained ankle right now. I tried to look at your ankle, but you pushed me and said, 'Don't touch me, b-tch.' I threw the keys at you and Lin came and saved your life. You puked all on your Lamborghini and that's when you finally understood you needed to go home. Lin dropped you off and I took care of you all night. That's what happened."

I stood there and I couldn't even look Delaney in the eyes. I felt like a f-cking d-ckhead. I was embarrassed by my behavior and I wanted to kick my own ass. "I feel horrible, Delaney. I'm so sorry."

"Look, I get that you're happy. You want to smoke and drink with your friends, but everyone has their limits. You don't know yours. You get out of control and you treat me like sh-t every time you get past that limit. I'm not cool with that. I'm not your mom or anything, but if you continue this then I don't know how long we'll last. I stayed up all night debating on whether I was going to leave you and honestly I still haven't made up my mind."

I finally looked at Delaney with bewilderment in my eyes. "Hey, don't talk like that. I'll fix this. I'll stop drinking too much. I'll control myself."

"I feel like you're just saying that to say it."

"Delaney, I love you. If you want me to stop, I'll stop." I took Delaney's hand in mine but she quickly snatched it away.

"You'll stop for me, but you don't want to stop. As if your hangover, sprained ankle and the way you treated me didn't teach you a f-cking lesson. F-ck, you're giving me a headache. I need to go. You gave me a sh-tty ass apology as if you didn't treat me f-cked up last night. I should've known better."

"Known better? What the hell do you mean by that?"

"I'm going to go. When you're ready to give me a genuine apology and change your behavior then you know where to find me."

"Fine. Whatever."

"Yeah, whatever, Andrea. Bye." Her voice cracked on the last word, and I knew she was trying to hold back her tears. I wanted to try to make things right but my pride got the best of me. I was still hung up the fact that she said she should've known better. It was f-cking me up. What did she mean by that? She walked out and I closed the door behind her. F-ck.

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Was Delaney's actions justified? (e.g. the fight, not accepting Andy's apology)

Do you guys think Andy needs to chill with the alcohol?