Living as Four (Polyamory and brown skin)

Airport

A few weeks passed and then a Sunday came . That Sunday morning was different than the usual mornings that preceded it.

I was ripped from sleep by glass shattering against Copia's bedroom wall. My heart beat frantically pumping blood to the rest of my body leaving my feeling frantic. I looked at Netarute who was sitting up on her elbow, alert as ever.

Just as I was about to ask her what the hell that noise was, when I heard the shouts continue.

Netarute scrambled to the end of the bed and put some clothes on. She was out in the hall the next moment. I followed, pulling my underwear up, as well as finding then putting on my shorts and shirt from last night.

"No Atlas! That is bullshit and you know it!" I could hear everything clearly now since Netarute's door was opened. Even though Copia and I had some rather unpleasant interactions, I never thought for a moment I would hear her sound like this. Her tone went beyond anger. She was furious.

I found my breath when Mira started up the stairs, remembering how to breath exhaled when I saw Mira come cautiously up the stairs. For a moment I was terrified that she trapped in a room with Copia, especially when she was throwing things.

"Why? Why the fuck would she do that? – No. Atlas, you know that's not gonna happen!"

Atlas. Who is Atlas? I looked at Mira utterly lost about the conversation and the person on the other side.

"Her baby brother," Mira whispered. I nodded. Mental note, Copia had siblings or a sibling.

"Yeah, well apparently she says a lot of things – I'm not pissed at you. – Yeah, yeah. Thanks." There was another pause and then her voice grew a little softer, but still loud enough to hear. "No. – Fine. I have to go. – Bye."

We all tensed, ready to dash away from the door the second the knob turned, but nothing happened. There was some motion in her room and its sounded a little like Copia was muttering to herself. Then she was back on the phone. This time we couldn't hear much, just murmuring.

After it was silent again for a long time, Netarute braved knocking on the door. They hadn't talked to since Friday night, but clearly whatever her brother had to tell her had nothing to do with Netarute .

"Coco?" Netarute said, opening the door. It was the first time I heard her say that. I ducked back into Netarute's room, just peeking out. Copia's mood would only get worse seeing me. I like my head on my shoulders. Mira came further down the hall, but stayed out of Copia's room.

"Babe, what are you doing?" Netarute asked, her voice is filled with worry.

"Leaving," I heard Copia say. I tensed, my stomach tightening. I could hear drawers opening and closing, items being shoved places. Just then I saw Copia side step Mira into the bathroom. I ducked further back. There was no way I was crossing her line of vision.

"Where are you going?" Netarute asked when Copia reappeared.

"Hilo." I thought for a moment, realizing I had no idea where that was.

"Why?" Mira whispered.

"I'm not talking about it."

"When are you coming back?" Netarute asked. I didn't like the desperation in her voice.

"Don't know."

"Do you want me to call a replacement?" Netarute struggled to remain calm. For a moment I wondered what the heck she was talking about and then I remembered that Copia still had a week left on her movie shoot.

"Just called April. She's on it." Copia shorted

"Okay." Neta blew out a frustrated breath trying to wedge her way into a conversation with Copia.

"Can I at least take you to the airport? I don't want you to have to pay for airport parking unnecessarily." Netarute said.

A paused carried until Copia hissed softly. "Yes."

Netarute came back into the room at lightening speed. I plopped down on the bed, trying to stay clear of the door just in case Copia came back out in the hall. I knew I was the last person she wanted to see.

Netarute was in her clothes seconds later, pulling a golden color scarf with blue diamond accents over her head. As she tied it and tucked her hair underneath she said, "I don't know what is happening but hold down the fort for me Ill be back. " She stared at the floor, worry resonating from her body. She didn't even pause to look at me as she took off after Copia down the stairs. This is how you know Copia got them fuck up. I for once was glad I didn't get along with Copia or Coco.

After I heard the front door close I slid off the bed and out of the room to find Mira.

I didn't have to go far. She was standing, pressed up against the same exact spot in the hallway, her arms wrapped around her chest, silent tears streaming down her face. How could Copia leave them like this, with no information?

...

I had made up my mind that I would be civil towards Copia weeks ago, but now meeting that vow is impossible.

I sat with Mira on the couch, letting her sob silently into my chest. When she was all cried out, we waited. She snuggled into my side and rested her head into the crook of my neck. I flipped through tv show after tv show not caring what was on. Only wanting to fill the silence that came after her crying. Whatever was going on with Copia was bad enough to not only scare the shit out of Netarute but Mira.

I knew what they feared. I knew why they were crying. But it didn't seems as though she was leaving. It seemed as though something at home was bothering her. She was just a very bad communicator and I told Mira as much before she passed out. They were afraid she wouldn't come back and so I had to be the awkward one in the middle. Not affected but effected indirectly.

I wasn't friends with Copia and she didn't allow me too. I knew what she meant to the stability of this household after staying here for a few weeks. I was getting a taste for how they must have felt when Sandra decided to up and leave. It was too soon for a wound to heal from past rejection to not be suspicious/paranoid of another. 

Netarute and Mira relied on Copia for emotional support just as much as I did with them. It wasn't fair for these girls to live in suspense of a broken heart if they didn't have to. For a call from home to piss Copia off this much and send her running from the house, there had to be something bad happening.

The airport was only 30 minutes from the house, but Netarute was gone for four hours. I knew when she came back that she had stopped somewhere to cry in solitude. I could tell she knew something, but she wouldn't tell us. Or maybe she wouldn't tell me. Copia and I lived such separate lives, that I could see Netarute respecting her privacy when it came to me. I was curious, but I understood.'

One would think the first day would be the worst, filled with worrying, but as the days dragged on, things only got worse.  

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