?Karmic ending?

Bryony's POV

Ditching the mic in the midst of my performance to break dance, the crowd went crazy.

I wasn't gonna lie I was feeling myself so I pushed even more to make the moves right.

Tossing my hair back I accidentally hit one of the dancers in the face. I couldn't hold back my frown.

Then it went down hill from there....

Grabbing my mic from the floor one of the dancers accidentally knocked into me while I was getting back up and I tripped into another dancer.

She knocked into another and all three of us went tumbling to the floor. My head knocked against someone's elbow or knee.

The crowd gasped, going from rapping along to almost dead silent.

I cussed closing my parted legs while touching behind my head. The humiliation weighed so heavy on my chest that I could feel the tears building.

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"I'm a fucking mess. Did you see me out there? A-and then I just ran off like a coward bitch. Mr.Fallon gon kill me" I cried into my palms.

"Oh hun don't think on them right now. You still did great." Maylee said rubbing my back.

"Yeah your ass was swinging just right and everything. Shit just happens" Kenny said with a small smile touching on my knee.

Swallowing, I calmed my heavy breathing and sniffled, wiping my nose.

"Yeah that's it. It's gonna be alright" she softly coaxed.

"Get out" I said in a weak voice.

"What?" Kenny said in disbelief so I got up and moved away from them.

"You deaf or sumth I said get out" I said pointing to the door.

"So this is how you treat people who try to help you?" He said in a aggravated tone.

"Kenny let's go she needs time to herself"

"Then she can stay to herself forever. Fuck this" he said walking out the room.

Maylee stood and glanced at me for a second then left right after.

Once the door closed the sobs I tried keeping in just burst out as I sank to the floor feeling pathetic.

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Needless to say I did get an earful from both men. More so Mr.Fallon than Gordon.

For some reason he seemed out of it, like mentally he zoned out for a few seconds.

As if I didn't feel worse about myself already...

What got me was that I didn't have anyone to lean on this time. I locked myself in my room right after the meeting.

Heading straight for the glass I poured myself some more wine.

I swayed my hips to the music playing in the background, doing very little to drown out my buzzing mind. Taking up the glass I started walking.

In the night by the weekend was playing and I practically swayed myself to the kitchen feeling as light as a feather.

I giggled when I made it to the bed. Spreading my legs open I circled my hips around to the music.

Leaning up I took the glass up and gulped the liquid in one go before placing it down.

Both my arms raised above my head as I let out shriek.

I grabbed my phone and went to social media.

There was a headline about that horrible night. There were pictures with my legs parted wide enough that you could almost see my coochie and asshole but they weren't clear.