A Way to Yesterday

Chapter 29- The Curse of the Best Friend

Cara's POV:

Present.

What do I do? What do I do? I asked myself this over and over since my "chat" with the snake that Liam called a wife. I had went to see him afterwards, intent on telling him what she proposed, but I chickened out. Something stopped me and I wasn't sure what.

Now I was on my way home with the same question being hammered in my head over and over. I had to give her an answer by tomorrow. It's not like I didn't have an option here. It's just the good one would screw me over in the end.

My job was much more important to me then the marriage of my long lost love. I didn't want to lose it but I also didn't want to be that horrible person I was becoming. It may not seem like it but I was trying hard to not be that girl.

I was stuck with the choice to either lie to Liam but keep my job. Or tell Liam and lose my job. The choice was obvious but if you thought about it on the long run the opposite seemed more reasonable.

I could do the right thing and tell him what a bitch she was. But there was always that chance that he already knows how she is and just doesn't care. And then if I tell him, she tells my boss and I get fired. Best case scenario that he leaves her and then what? Comes back to me? I doubted that.

Then there was option two. Go along with her lie. Tell Liam that she was pregnant. That would eliminate that slight chance that he would come back to me. And I would get to keep my job. He would leave and in a few months we'd fake the miscarriage and he would never be the wiser.

It was awful. I couldn't do that to Liam. And the fact that I was even considering it was even worse. I was never really a selfish person but that's all I'm thinking about at this moment. What would I get out of this in the long run? Mostly my life back. And any doubt I felt with Liam. I would also gain that guilt for lying. I would never be able to live with myself.

Once I'm home I start pacing. Pacing and thinking. Thinking and pacing. The same thoughts keep running through my head. I eventually stop and try and distract myself. I turn the TV on but can't focus on anything for more than three minutes. I don't realize that the time is flying. I still hadn't slept. But I needed to calm my mind.

I go to my room to change and grab my keys and jacket. Harry had always been there for me and I hoped he would be now. It was already 2:30 in the afternoon and I hoped he would still be awake.

I knock a few times and wait. When he doesn't answer I use the key he gave me to let myself in. All the lights downstairs are off. I notice his shoes lying at the bottom of the stairs. I hear footsteps above me and make my way upstairs. His bedroom door is cracked and the light casts a line all the way to the top of the stairs.

I hear a voice inside and frown. Someone was here? I push open his bedroom door my eyes widen. Someone was here. She was a blonde. Most of her clothes were off and she was straddling him. His hands were on her waist and her face was buried in his neck. I take a step back but the floor creaks and his head snaps in my direction.

"Cara?" he says in surprise. The blonde on top of him looks up and gasps. She falls off of him and stumbles trying to cover her exposed body. "What are you doing here?" he asks.

"Who's she?" I ask, gesturing to the girl.

"No one. What are you doing here?" he says. He gets up from his bed and starts towards me. I can't help but feel slightly angry.

"She doesn't look like no one," I say. The girl gets up from the bed.

"I thought you said you were single," she says. Harry turns to her.