Unthinkable

Chapter 4 :

I sit in my room wiping away my clouded eyes. Tears welling up again after crying the entire night. Flashbacks of yesterday floated my mind.

"I know your secret Emily".

I sigh heavily, stepping inside my bathroom. I take the wig I wore off my head. Letting my red hair loose as I watch it fall slowly into my back.

My pink lips on display as I stare into the mirror. My red eyes from crying so much caught my attention.

I step in the shower and let the water fall slowly down my body. Taking the soap I begin to wash away at the small rose tattoo I got when I was a teenager.

The same time I promised myself not to fall for a man again. Even if it had seemed that I would catch feelings for another man, I would no longer express it . The hurt was too much to bare.

I went my hair , grabbing the apple scented shampoo and massaging my scalp with it.

He couldn't use it against me ? , Could he ? , was he that heartless.

After showering and wrapping myself into my pink towel . Turning on the radio the music begins to play. I let my hips sway to the sound .

A knock at my door startles me. Walking over I peep through the peephole.

"Who is it?". I ask while tip toeing to get a good view of this person.

For sure if it was Mr. Clarke my thoughts would let me walk and lock myself in my bedroom, forever.

"Geez it's just me". My best friend Carly says with a box in her hand . "open this door or I'm taking this back home with me". She finished with a half smile.

Quickly opening the door I spot her there. Carly Summers. My best friend for the two years after I moved out here. She stood about five six with shoulder leant brunette hair. Her light brown eyes twinkle as she stares back at me.

"Finally you took that thing off". She states referring to my black wig.

"Just because I had to shower and wash my hair though". I reply letting her inside.

She sat the box down on the coffee table in front of her and turns on the TV. I shake my head and pulp down next to her, kicking my feet up on the coffee table as I lay back in the couch.

"Well what are you waiting for? , open it". She gestures both her hands towards the medium size box .

I grab the box and pulp back down. Once I open it I saw a newspaper article inside. I take it up and read aloud.

"Not every couple is perfect". I read. My eyes widen from shock and I felt as if I was having a heart attack . On the cover of the newspaper was a picture of Cameron and I arguing outside of the boutique yesterday.

"Well you made the front page". My best friend shot at me.

I shot her a glare. "Your so dramatic Carly, a box , really !?". I yell throwing my hands up."But how the hell?". I mutter out.

"Excuse me for being shocked as shit Emily ! , And that's what I came here to find out, what the hell Emily?, I'm your best friend , when was I going to know you were secretly dating your boss?". She ask raising both her eyebrows at me.

I stand up and throw the newspaper in the trash . Oh who am I kidding, there's probably millions more of that lying around.

"I'm not".

"Your not? ".

Was I to tell my best friend the truth about this scandalous lie, a lie that seems to be spreading quickly . I bet he had everything to do with this article. Douche .