End Game

End Game

By Tabatha Wenzel

Copyright 2014 Tabatha Wenzel

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Epilogue

Chapter One

Let’s go Hannah! screamed my best friend and cousin Rayanne. I was trying to tear myself away from the mirror, but I just couldn’t. What I saw, staring back at me was someone I don’t think I could ever get used to. Two years ago, the girl I was in the mirror could eat the girl I am now. Losing half your body seems like a dream come true, but trust me it can be confusing as hell. So here I go to my first college party as the new me. I was scared shitless.

I’m coming bitch! I yelled back. Those are our terms of endearment to each other. Weird, I know, but us. I have known Rayanne since birth. My mom and her mom are sisters and ten years apart, so when my mom got pregnant with me at twenty-five years old it kind of shocked everybody that her fifteen-year-old sister was also. Therefore, we grew up side by side and did everything together, but it doesn’t mean we don’t hate each other some of the time. We are as close as real sisters, and tonight I am torturing myself with a party because I love her.

The college party scene isn’t really what I am into. I guess I don’t know if I really am, because this is my first one. I never went to parties in high school. Even though Rayanne was a party girl, she knew I was not comfortable about it all. I was a bookworm, and at least one hundred pounds overweight, so that was fun.

I came down the stairs to see Rayanne already doing shots in my new kitchen. She was the coolest chick I knew, and absolutely didn’t care what anyone thought about her. She had the cutest, blonde pixie haircut that, on anyone else may look bad, but on her it rocked! She was a short thing, like me, but recently started finding joy in tattoos and had a beautiful cherry blossom tree starting to take up her left shoulder. It was awesome, and I sometimes wish I had the balls to do it, but I was scared shitless of the needles and pain. We had just moved into my first apartment, and I was officially away from home. My sad, pathetic mother, and all her drama, was over one hundred miles away in Illinois, while I am starting my sophomore year of college in Michigan.

My mother, Anne Finley, told me straight out that I would never be going away to any school. She told me that, as the little fucking mistake that took all her dreams away, it was only fair that she took mine. Consequently, I did my first year of school at the junior college, fifteen minutes from my house, that I paid with jobs at Dairy Queen and after school tutoring. I was so tired of letting the fear of her take control of me. I lived with that my whole life until I realized it was she or I…and I finally chose me. I had to beg and plead with my Aunt DeDe to help me with school until I turned twenty-one, which is when get full access to the trust fund my grandparents left me after they died, four years ago. She, of course, had no problem helping me. To say my grandparents had money would be an understatement. My trust fund alone was worth over three million dollars, and Rayanne had the same exact amount in hers. Growing up with money is why my mother never had to actually work a day in her sad, pathetic life.

How can you do that and not throw up all over the place? I questioned Rayanne.

Because I have years of experience lightweight, she said back to me. Lightweight was her new favorite nickname for me. When she came home for the summer, before I moved here, she got me drunk and I don’t even think it took one whole beer to do that. Rayanne went to college last year when I stayed home. Her mom, also my aunt, is a much better mother than mine, which surprises a lot of people considering she was fifteen when she had her. Whenever I really needed help, Aunt DeDe was there for me. She is the reason I finally left home. She is also the reason I was able to finally lose all my extra baggage, which came in the form of fat. I was definitely an emotional eater.

Okay…you ready girl, because you look hot, Rayanne told me. She was always telling me how hot I look, even when I was bigger, because she knew I didn’t have anyone telling me that.

Do you think anyone from high school will be there? I asked terrified she would say yes.

I don’t know…probably. There are a bunch of kids from our class that go here, she said. I have seen a few, but that was last year, she informed me.

Oh, okay, I shot back.

Just ask me. What do you really want to know, Hannah? she asked me.

What do you mean, Ray? I questioned back. I really knew what she meant, but I was going to play dumb as long as I can.

Come on girl! You want to know if I have seen Zane, she said. My heart dropped when she said his name. Zane Edwards was my childhood crush and former best friend.

Fine. Have you? I asked.

She looked at me for a minute before she answered. Do you really want to know? she asked me looking at me funny.

Yes, I do, unless you tell me that for some strange reason you slept with him last year, and then I do not want to know, I answered. I held my breath waiting for her answer.

Of course not you stupid bitch! You think I would do that to you! she yelled back at me. This time I knew she was pissed at me.

I am sorry Ray. You just had a weird look on your face when I asked you, I replied.

I had that weird look on my face because I didn’t want to tell you that the party, she paused, is at his frat house tonight, and he will be there, she said.

It felt like an hour before I could answer her. What the hell, Ray! I screamed. You know there is no way in hell I want to see him!

Come on Hannah. He hasn’t seen you in what…three years. He probably won’t even recognize you, she said. I knew that it was true, but I couldn’t really believe she said it to me.

The truth is, I look nothing like the old me that Zane remembers. When he last saw me I weighed two hundred and thirty pounds, five feet two inches tall, with short, mousy brown hair, glasses and, are you ready for this, braces. Yes, I was that girl. I looked like a mess, because on top of those already magnificent things, I had absolutely no clue how to dress. Rayanne always tried to help, but as anyone who has been big or is big would know, it is difficult to shop to look cute.

The girl I am now is one hundred pounds thinner, which was done with no gimmicks or surgeries, but all by myself. I have let my hair grow down to the middle of my back. I don’t know why I always had it short. I think it stems from my mom needing that control from as far back as I can remember. She always made me wear it short, so I think it just stuck. I didn’t have a lot of say growing up, and I discovered early on to just go with it to avoid the drama. My hair is also not mousy brown anymore, but blonde…and I mean blonde. I basically didn’t want to look like my mom anymore. She was overweight and miserable, and I swore that I would do whatever I could to not be her. I still wear glasses, as I hate contacts, and my clothes have just gotten cuter recently, because Rayanne says if we are living together I have to at least try to dress like a twenty year old.

I can’t believe you would say he wouldn’t recognize me, Rayanne, I lied. I don’t look that different. It isn’t like I was an ogre or had plastic surgery. I just lost weight! I yelled at her.

No, you didn’t just lose weight Hannah, you finally are trying to get your life together instead of being under that psycho mother of yours. You finally have a light about you that was so sucked away because of her. She controlled everything that you did, said, and thought. You were lost Hannah, and you had emptiness inside you because of her. I know she is my aunt and all, but she was never meant to be a mom. My mom was fifteen when she had me and she had way more skills as a mom, she blurted out. I knew she was right about it all, but she was still my mom. Hard to let that go.

So no, I don’t think Zane will recognize you, because you have a light and joy about you that even if you never lost the weight, it would make you unrecognizable to him and anyone else that knew you then, she said. I love this girl…she is my sister no matter what.

I still don’t know how I feel about seeing him, I finally said back to her. He was my best friend, besides you, since I was eight and he broke me in high school.

Rayanne looked at me and said, I am sure it feels that way, but I bet he has a good reason for doing what he did.

A good reason! I asked him to prom, as friends, because even though I loved him, I knew he never would love me back. He said yes and didn’t even bother to show up. So what did my pathetic ass do? I drove to the hotel to see if he was there…and boy was he. I found him in a bathroom, getting a blowjob from Nikki Schmitt. He never saw me, so I was hoping the next day he would call and tell me some bullshit lie, but instead nothing. Not a word, and I never saw him again. So yes, seeing him tonight is a big fucking deal, I cried out.

Rayanne looked at me like she might cry. I never told her about going to the hotel and seeing him with Nikki, on her knees, in front of him. You never told me that Hannah. Why didn’t you ever tell me that part? she asked.

I looked at her, with tears in my eyes, and told her the truth, I was embarrassed at how weak I was. I never even confronted him. He broke my heart by just leaving me there. Do you know how many times he went out and still came by later that night, just to talk? I would have let him get the stupid blowjob, because a lot of those nights he would lay next to me and talk about how he had come back from screwing some slut he met at a party. I knew who he was and what he did. He was a little man whore, but I didn’t care. He could have at least taken me to the dance. I know that it was only my junior prom, and his senior, but still…to just ignore me like that, I said feeling like I had been run over by a truck.

Rayanne looked at me and screamed, Go change now! This shit just got real!

What the hell are you talking about?

You have waited three years to get this asshole, and tonight is that night. I have the best outfit for you to wear. I am so fucking excited that we wear the same size now! she screamed.

Before I knew it I was being squeezed into the shortest black dress in the world. I was blessed, that when I lost all my weight, I didn’t lose my boobs and butt. I had an abundance of both, and I was happy and thankful for that. To say the dress left little to the imagination was an understatement. Next, Rayanne put me in the scariest, sexiest shoes I have ever seen…bright pink stilettos. She was a firm believer that all outfits needed color, and I have to be honest, I loved the shoes. They looked like something straight out of the 80’s, and since I was addicted to all John Hughes movies, they were perfect. When I looked at myself this time, I was even more shocked than earlier. I really didn’t look like me at all. Sometimes, when I look at myself, I still see the Hannah who wore a size eighteen and not the Hannah that is now in a size four. Looking at this girl in the mirror was like looking at a different person. I turned to Rayanne and asked her, So…what do I do tonight? Go in being me or somebody else? God, I wanted her to say someone else.

You are you tonight Hannah. Beautiful you, she said. That girl gets me. She knows I needed to hear that.

Okay. Let’s do this thing, before I chicken out, I said to Rayanne.

Do you want to do a shot before we go girl? she asked me. I am not a drinker, but I decided tonight was a night alcohol was considered necessary. I nodded my head, yes, and then preceded to do my first shot of tequila. It was horrible, but hopefully it would be just what I needed to get this night done and over with. Let’s go Girly! Rayanne screamed as she went out the front door.

Chapter Two

Here I was, walking into Zane’s fraternity, trying with all my might to be the confident woman I am trying