After five blogs later and weeks of answering some of the best techniques on art, I was slowly getting noticed not only by my workforce but by the people of San Francisco. Like everything that touches the fragile lines of social media, with the good also came the bad. A small number of people felt they needed to belittle and express their opinion about my age and still living with daddy seemed spoiled and pampered. Some even supported his harsh treatment, despite his physical abuse... I deserved it.

Luckily there were angels among the cyber demons. People of all ages showed valuable support, some elders even praised me for staying at home as long as I did. That it took guts to keep my head down and take care of a sick family member while abandoning my own life.

Today I added a few more posts including my relationships with my friends, all under code names, of course, I would never expose them in that manner. Still, the blog of the day was how wonderful my date first date went all the way up to its sour ending. Creating an artistic log I started posting my artwork, starting with the ones presented at the Coffee Bean with giving away their location. It wasn't even twenty minutes that the feedback was pouring.

Buyers and fellow artists wanting to know everything from materials to the paint quality itself. It was illegal and against company policy to sell work through the Cubicle, I could only advertise one's studio. A studio...that does sound wonderful. I couldn't imagine having my separate place to work with my art, to showcase, and even do classes. That would be a dream come true for me. Perhaps with enough exposure, it will happen.

Five O' Clock hit and my weekend were beginning. Three days off to paint, relax, and work on my new me list. I wasn't going to let Beckett's decision ruin me. Although it hurt, I had to treat it like a band-aid being ripped off a healing wound. He had made his choice and I respected that. My crush for him was destroyed, but I didn't want to risk his friendship. Keiko showed up at my doorstep wearing soft pink lipstick and ribbons in her hair. Checking her from head to toe her wardrobe was various light yellows and pinks.

"Why do you look like cotton candy?" I looked at her, "Or pink lemonade."

"For the baby silly," She said, fixing one of her ribbons. "These are the birthday colors."

"Oh god! It's her birthday today."

After my last weekend's bad apple, the week itself seemed to last a lifetime and drag on and on. I completely forgot that today was Elizabeth's first birthday. I changed my clothes, aiming to dress nicely and at least match pieces of her theme. Now that I think about it, it was on the lines of little unicorns and sunshine. Nice light skinny jeans and my yellow tie-dye fitted tee should be colorful enough for a baby. Lord knows she's not even going to care or remember this day.

As for gifts, I never got to the point of asking Jasmine what size she wore, but if I knew babies enough I knew the little monsters grow at an astonishing speed. Skipping that waste of money I bought her a super plush blanket and a red teddy bear. Seemed reasonable enough for a growing gremlin. Evelyn was in her room, as usual, I heard music, so I slipped a note under the door and headed out. If anything occurred I know she will text me right away.

Luckily Keiko wasn't in the mood to walk the entire twenty minutes to get there, we were able to take the bus and arrive in a few short moments. I think it nearly killed her though, the poor thing. She wouldn't sit down, had a baby wipe wrapped around the pole and her hand, and constantly squinted up her nose at the not so hygienic passenger next to her. She truly was an elegant princess, but purposely touch her ass the black belt comes out.

Once a man said something to her in Japanese...or what he thought was Japanese but it sounded a bit degrading to me. Keiko ignored him and focused on her i-pod. He then made the mistake of calling her baby and smacking her backside, thus led to her tossing her stuff at me, twisting the guy's arm, and smacking his face into the nearest pole. I was proud and joined her Wushu classes afterward... until father cut them off. I should get back into that as well, I enjoyed martial arts.

Adding that to my list.

Reaching the upstairs apartment section and to 904, I realized how quickly I wanted this party to be over. Walking into a crowded room of Jasmine closer family members, cousins, and other mommy friends she's made over at work. None in which I've never really connected to or have drawn enough attention for them to want to start a conversation. Younger siblings played happily...more like screaming.

"Where's Jasmine?" I asked Keiko.

She turned and asked someone else at the party where we could find the hostess. I couldn't hear when she said, but she gestured towards the laundry room next to her bathroom.

"She said that's where we are putting the presents to keep the kids out of them. "Keiko replied. "Do you mind taking mine over there? I want to take my casserole to the kitchen."

"Sure."

We shuffled objects until I had all the gifts bags, and she balanced her large pan of delicious goods. Keiko smiled and turned away while I worked my way through the party towards the gift hideaway. Opening the door to the small laundry room I noticed Jasmine's presence and began chatting away as I set down the gifts with the others. Little did I know she was in the middle of something that required getting your clothes torn off. Hearing my voice both pulled away as quickly as I glanced up.

What. The. Fuck.

"Beckett?" I was so confused, lost, and completely speechless at what I was witnessing. More importantly, I was hurt.

"Oh god Cora," Beckett panicked after realizing he just got busted. "This isn't what it looks like."

"Let me guessed you're confused right?" I snapped as my blood began to boil over, "You've got feelings what you're not sure what they mean yet...that sound about right?"

I was done. Turning my heel I stormed out of the room and was heading for the door when Jasmine grabbed me by the arm. "Cora wait. Don't make a big deal out of this."

"A big deal? Oh, I think it's a big fucking deal!" I yelled enough to interrupt her party guests. Usually, such silence and awkward gazes would have put me in a position to shut down. Not this time, I guess this is what they meant when you are so angry all you saw was red and my rage was pointed at him. " Beckett? You and Jasmine? What the hell was I your one-day free trial"

"I was going to tell you sooner, but I just thought I would give you more time."

"Really Becky?" I shouted, "Time for what? To tell me which one of us you decided you were going to fuck!"

"Keep your voice down!" Jasmine scolded me, "There are kids here."

"Fuck you and your kids!"

Hearing gasps and awkward murmurs from the party, I continued what I started and made my way to the door.

"Where are you going?" Beckett asked.

I didn't answer considering it was obvious and the most stupid fucking question to ask. Jasmine chased after me trying to sort out the situation in her favor. "There's no reason to storm out alright! You're already here, just stay, and we will talk about this."

"Talk? About what?" I turned on the final time. "About how you are a better fit for the relationship? About how I am once again the third wheel who won't hold your baby or give you any attention because you're a young single mother and how you deserve to be happy and that Beckett hits all that in the right way. No, thank you."

"You see!" Jasmine yelled at me, getting pissed off at my rage. Enough to follow me out into the hall. "This is why no one likes you and that no one can handle you. You're so fucking dramatic, all you do is complain."

"Oh like you're any better? Every day it's poor pitiful me, you've always got to be in the center of attention, you always belittle me because I'm the only one that doesn't cater to your ass!"

"Fuck you!" she snapped

"Oh yeah, well fuck you too." I said heading down the stairs, "Better yet. Let Beckett to it for you! "