Meant to Be

Chapter 41

Chapter 41

He came today—my attacker. I was surprisingly not in tears despite the excruciating throbbing of my neck. He had had me in a chokehold, and it was right afterwards that I was unable to protect my stomach. It had only been one blow, but I was terrified for the unborn life that grew inside me. There was no blood, but yet there was a bruise. I was relieved, and yet I was still waiting to see if I would miscarriage. Thankfully, though, right now the only blood I could see was crusted over a gash on my left leg. I wasn’t quite sure how that cut got there, but then again I had been so worried about my baby that I blocked out everything else.

I was still waiting for Emma to show up. Terrified that she would be too scared to come down here after my attacker, I was starting to bite my nails. It was funny to look at those stubs and fuzzily remember a time when they had been perfectly shaped. Vaguely, I remember once upon a time when I was home. I was at… Christina’s house and letting her paint my nails….

I bit my pinky nail too short, and it started bleeding. I watched the trickle of blood, and I realized just how long ago it had been since I had seen Christina…. A very long time. It was then that I realized how much I missed her.

Christina, with her beautiful blonde hair that curled slightly, her enormous blue eyes, her sweet smile, and her caring personality… I missed her.

I dropped my hand and stared at my feet. It was then that I remembered that a long time ago, I had been at Christina’s house learning the silliest thing in the world—the sexy walk. Harmony had been my teacher, and she had barely a sense of personal space. When I tried to remember it, all I could see was Harmony… my friend.

Harmony, with her brunette hair, pretty brown eyes, yammering mouth, bubbly attitude, and attire that of a millionaire’s daughter… I missed her, too.

Christina, Harmony, and I had been like the three musketeers. We went almost everywhere together. We laughed, talked, and shared so much… but it’s getting harder and harder for me to remember what it used to be like…. Except, sometimes, the rare memories would come back... like when I first met Christina.

“Oh! Ain’t you dolled up for this evening!” Loretta complemented me as she greeted us into her home. “Party is over there…” She pointed at a hallway with a smile in my direction, “Have fun!”

Ugh… That’s all I get? A hope-your-social-because-im-not-going-to-introduce-you-to-anybody? I never had been social, I always preferred to keep to myself, considering my passing out would no doubt both raise concern and awkwardness.

Just got to make a reason to talk to somebody, I told myself when I found myself among teenagers and a dance floor. I couldn’t help but moon over the expensive house, but stopped when I noticed a girl sitting all alone on the floor, back against the wall. Being the person I am I walked up to her.

“You ok?” I asked her softly.

She looked up at me, her eyes a light blue and her very blonde hair cascading to her shoulders. I couldn’t help but think how pretty she was, and how weird it seemed that someone as pretty as her wouldn’t be having fun.

She smiled, “Luna Meadows?”

I nodded, deciding to slide down the wall and sit next to her, “Why are you over here all alone?”

“My name is Christina Wolfe.” She brushed off my question with one of her own, “Why are you here with little-old-me?” I could hear her exaggeration.

“You looked lonely.” I answered, “You don’t seem like the type to be friendless.”

She beamed, “You are correct!” She heaved herself off the floor.