Double Trouble 2: Twisted Sisters

Chapter Nine

When I was finally released to go home the next day, I took a few days off to relax and get my mind together. After hearing the situation, my boss completely understood and told me to take my time, so I took the rest of the week and would return on Monday. That was also the same day I would visit Clara again.

That Friday, while I was sitting at home, Jalissa came and visited me. I explained to her all that had happened to me and why I finally flipped my shit. She cried for me and hugged me, and we talked a little bit about my plan to play Clara's game by my rules. She was in support, if not majorly worried about me.

Once she stopped talking, I said, "Enough about me. Are you finally going to tell me what is happening with you?" Jalissa froze, and then suddenly, tears started running down her face. I scooted over on the couch and held her in my arms as she cried and finally released all of her stress. After a few moments, she began sniffing and trying to clean up her face. I didn't speak, just let her get herself together, and she finally turned to me and said, "I think Ashley is planning on leaving me." I raised my eyebrows and said, "What made you come to that conclusion?"

She leaned back, grabbed a tissue, and said, "Remember I was telling you that she was being distant and staying out more. I finally confronted her, and she told me she was working more. She still works for that architecture firm, and I understand her putting in long hours; she definitely gets a good commission off it, but I highly doubt that she is working that much. She could work at home if that were the case." I said, "Maybe it is easier to focus on the office instead of at home with all her distractions."

She nodded and said, "I thought that at first, too, but then I started checking her phone and purchases. There's one repetitive number she keeps calling, and I called once and asked who this was, and they just hung up. That is a bad sign, right? Then she's been buying new clothes for herself, and I feel she is getting dressed up for a new bitch" I said, "That's not at all like you. You don't check purchases or phones. You not ever that insecure baby."

She started crying again and said, "I know! I know that, but I've never loved someone this much before. It's scaring me. I'm so scared that I'm going to lose her, and I can't handle that!" She cried hard again, and I pulled her into my lap and held her close. I said, "Maybe it's time for another talk, sweetie. If it bothers you this much, you shouldn't just sit back and deal with it." She shook her head and said, "I'm scared that if she tells me she's cheating, I'll have to leave. I'm even more scared that if she tells me she's cheating, I won't leave. Even more so, I'm scared that if I finally ask, she'll just leave me anyway."

I sighed deeply and said, "That's the hard part of love, sweetie; we give our most vulnerable selves to someone and give them the power to break us. Unfortunately, only you know what to do in that situation." She nodded and said, "Yea, I guess I am. I really hope I'm wrong; lord knows I love that girl too much." I rubbed her shoulders and said, "It'll be ok, good or bad." She nodded and stood up, saying she was going to the bathroom to clean up. I went into the kitchen while she was gone, rolled us a blunt, and poured two generous glasses of wine. She came back and giggled and said, "You always know just what I need." I said, "Of course." She sighed and said, "Why couldn't you be gay? I'd have already found my soulmate." I laughed and said, "Sorry, babes, I can be your friend's soulmate, but I love dick just a little too much." We both cracked up and spent the rest of the evening just smoking, drinking, and talking, trying to figure our lives out.

Saturday, I was in the house having finished a workout, just about to take off my shorts and sports bra, when I heard the doorbell. Wondering who I could have possibly been, I walked to the front and looked out the peephole, but I saw nothing but flowers blocking my vision.