Silent No More(8)
I hope his dick gets flesh-eating rash. It would serve him right. He’s a cheating shit, and he deserves everything he gets – twofold! Yet, as the water beats down on me, I have to admit; I’m not heartbroken. Why am I not sad over the loss and betrayal of my fiancé? I am beyond pissed off though.
Five years down the toilet.
I put the thought of him out of my mind and think about Allison as I massage shampoo through my hair. She, on the other hand, I hate. I never thought that was possible. I loved her the way I imagine I would love a sister. That person you tell everything to and never feel ashamed or embarrassed. So why the fuck did she do this to me? It’s a total mind fuck. I don’t understand.
It’s unforgiveable.
I shut all thoughts out of my mind and rinse the conditioner out of my hair. I quickly shave before turning the water off. Stepping out of the shower, I grab a towel to dry off.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m showered, shaved, moisturized and now snuggled in a cozy, plush bathrobe. Again, I thank management. This hotel is amazing.
THREE
I’m standing in front of the windowpane looking out at the Pacific Ocean in the distance. The water is beautiful and serene. It’s a scene that always seems to put me at ease, settles me. That’s probably why I love taking photographs on the beach. Every wave is different. They come to the shore cleansing all the imperfections away. There is something so peaceful and calming about the ocean. It’s my kind of perfect.
There is a rapid knock at the door that takes my gaze away from the window. I turn my head to look at the clock on the nightstand. It’s been an hour and half since I got off the phone with Stacy. I’m impressed she didn’t take longer. The girl never leaves the apartment looking anything less than immaculate.
I make my way to the entrance to my room. Without looking through the peephole, I swing the door open and I’m immediately enclosed in an almost vise-like hug by Stacy.
“Katelyn would have come too, but she has rehearsal all day.” Katelyn is an actress. Not the kind you see on TV or in movies. She is into theater. I’ve seen her perform a couple of times. She’s fantastic.
“Okay, so now tell me how are you really holding up?” Stacy continues. I’m getting the most sincere look I’ve ever seen from her. Emotions aren’t her thing. She avoids them at all cost. As I expected, she is dressed to perfection wearing a purple fitted sleeveless dress that comes right above her knee. Her short blonde hair comes down just below her jaw. Stacy is “Megyn Kelly” kind of beautiful.
I ignore her question again. Yeah, I’m probably going to piss her off. I don’t care.
“Are you hungry? It’s almost eleven o’clock and I’m starving. Eat lunch with me at Mint downstairs. I wait for her reply as I take the bag of clothes hanging from her shoulder. Mint is one of my favorite restaurants. It is not expensive and serves great food. I eat there at least twice a month, usually with Allison.
Why did he pick my best fucking friend? Of all the females that populate this God damn world, why her? Stacy brings me back from my negative thoughts.
“No. I want to know how the hell you are doing. You don’t look broken up like someone who walked in on her asshole boyfriend and best friend getting it on twenty-four hours ago. Shannon, I’ve been so fucking worried about you, all night. Why didn’t you call or come over?” Stacy pouts while placing her hands on her hips. As I look at her, I realize I’m so grateful she is a part of my life.
“I know I could have come over and maybe I should have.” Maybe then, I wouldn’t have gotten drunk and ended up in a stranger’s bed!
“Yes, that is exactly where you should have come, so why didn’t you?” she asks, exasperated, as I toss the bag on the bed. I turn back to Stacy and shrug my shoulders. I don’t really have a plausible excuse; at least not one she would like. I don’t want to talk. I want to be alone and drown in myself. Well…I guess I sort of accomplished that.
“I needed time by myself to think. So after driving around for a few hours, I ended up here,” I say while waving my hand around the room. I conveniently leave out the events of last night. Although knowing my friend, Stacy would probably have cheered me on. I could most definitely smooth things over with her by filling her in on where I really ended up last night. Not that it matters. I’ll probably never see him again. That realization disappoints me a little. Geez, maybe this whole ordeal has pushed me over the edge.
Placing my hand on Stacy’s shoulder, I tell her, “I’m fine, really, I am. I’m not sure what to make of that just yet. I’m mostly pissed and hurt over Allison. I just can’t believe she would do that…to me…with Luke.”