last night::

mellisa is dancing by herself when brian walks up and starts to dance with her. she can immediately tell he's drunk. he tries to kiss her and mellisa pushes him away. "brian, no, baby." "yes," he said trying to kiss her again. mellisa shoved him away this time. he looked shocked. "go, brian. you're drunk and i don't want you around me like this," she said. "mellisa, come on," he said putting his hands on her waist tightly. jerrett walked up. "what's going on?" he asked. "brian, let go of me," mellisa said trying to shove his hands away, but she didn't have the strength. "you're hurting me, brian! stop it!" she yelled. jerrett yanked his hand off of her and pushed him away. "are you okay, mellisa?" he asked. she nodded, "he's just drunk." "yeah, i noticed." brian walked back up to them. "brian, do you want me to get you some water?" mellisa asked grabbing his arm. he stepped up to her. "don't touch me," he spat and yanked her hand off. mellisa could feel tears welling up but she didn't let them come out. "mellisa, he didn't mean that," jerrett said gently grabbing her hand. "i'm going to find him," mellisa said walking off in the same direction brian had. jerrett just sighed. he had a feeling he'd be hearing screams in a few minutes.

mellisa found brian alone in the kitchen. "you listen to me, brian," mellisa said grabbing his hand. "never treat me like that again. you were an asshole out there." "mellisa, mellisa, always playing the victim. just stop. i didn't do anything out there." mellisa shook her head, "how can you say you love me and then treat me like this?" "oh, like you haven't caused me my fair share of hurt. you don't even know pain, mellisa," he said. "what do you mean, brian?" she asked. "i mean that when you were so in love with jerrett and gonna marry him and all this other shit, it hurt. i guess you think that it's okay to hurt me but i can't hurt you. is that the way you see it, mellisa?" brian asked. "brian, i didn't mean to hurt you, okay?" "payback's a bitch," brian said walking away. mellisa put her hand over her mouth to keep the throw up threatening to come up at bay. she began to cry and slid to the floor. about two minutes later, she took a deep breath and got up. she grabbed a tissue and wiped her eyes and then poured herself a glass of water. "you're gonna fine," she said aloud to herself.