Where She Found Herself.

Chapter 4

Back home I finally turned my attention back to my phone. I vaguely remember the notification showing 32 new text messages. Now was as good a time sift through them to see if they were even worth responding to. With a full belly I'm almost too tired to even bother, but I press forward. It was oddly therapeutic to delete the majority of them based on name alone, some people just weren't worth the effort anymore. My best friend Katie though, I probably needed to at least read hers. Here we go, I guess.

KATIE: Hey girl, how you holding up?

KATIE: I just saw Kyle, he didn't know you had moved. I filled him in though, so it's ok.

My eyes practically bugged out of my head at that. I never told her she wasn't supposed to tell him, but I didn't think I had too. In her defense, she doesn't know the whole story. No one does. I should have given that fact a little more thought before I just packed up and left.

KATIE: HEY? You alive?! I've called you a dozen times?

KATIE: You know u can't ghost ME!!!

That was the last text from her, but there were 23 missed calls and 8 voicemails from her. I listened to the first 7 but they were basically all the same. She was worried at first asking how I was and why I wasn't answering. But the last few she sounded angry and hurt, asking if our friendship even meant anything to me anymore.

I don't think she meant to leave the 8th one, though. Before I even listened to it the info beside it showed that it was twice as long as all the rest. Curious if maybe she was apologizing for lashing out in her last voicemail, I pressed play.

The first sound to reach my ear was what sounded a lot like the rustling of fabric against the speaker. Oh, great a butt dial. After a few seconds another sound broke through the rustling. Heavy breathing, oh no... gross! I felt second hand embarrassment for her in that moment. I think most people share a common fear of butt dialing their mom while in the throes of passion. I was just about to delete the voicemail, out of solidarity, when I heard a familiar voice moan her name.

Was that? No. It couldn't. Why would it be my ex? Not only was she my best friend for the last four years, but she is the one that showed me that picture with his new girlfriend a just week ago. It's obvious now that he's a cheater, but I didn't expect Katie to willingly be the one he cheated with. I couldn't help myself now, I needed to make sure.

Their rapid breathing told me things were definitely moving fast, like they were trying to beat some personal record. The muffled sound of zipper came before the soft thud of the phone hitting the floor where it was forgotten in her pants pocket. Within moments the only thing I can hear is their competing cries of pleasure. Her panting and forced high-pitched moans; his heavy breathing punctuated by grunts as he thrusts. I can hear their pace quicken and finally she lands her killing blow.

"OH GOD, KYYYLLE!" She drags his name out slowly as an orgasm seems to take control of her body.

A few moments later I hear him groan deep as he reaches his own climax. Again, he groans out a name, but this time it's not her name on his lips. My heart stops in my chest as I hear it again; Oh, Beth! A visceral feeling of disgust caused me to freeze on the spot.

A third voice breaks me out of my trance. "What the hell is this?" an unknown voice shrieks.

"Wait, did you just say... you did... oh my god." Katie's voice is far away but I can tell she sounds like she's going to vomit. "Oh shit, oh god!". I can't make out any actual words past the three-way yelling match now. I hear Katie shuffle her pants back on and then let out a surprised yelp. I can only assume she's found her phone and seen the active call, knowing as well as I do that it marks the end of our friendship.