Reminiscing

The Whole Story

Candice POV~

"Why is it that whenever I'm about to Endure something traumatizing I always find myself getting prep talked by you?" I asked a pacing Audrey.

She stopped pacing and her hands rested on her hips. "For one, I'm the only straightforward friend you have. And second, you would freak out before anything actually happened if it weren't because of my prep talks."

"Oh, okay." I nodded and gestured for her to continue.

"So what are you going to do?" Audrey asked me with narrowed eyes.

"About what?"

"When Nancy finally tells you everything, what will you do?" Audrey continued. "Because you have to-be aware that anything can happen. You're gonna be in for some surprises that you probably won't know how to handle."

I rubbed my temple and sighed in exasperation. "I don't know, Audrey. I'm sure I'll be too shocked to even think about doing anything. I don't even know why I'm expecting this to turn out so bad? I mean, what can Nancy possibly be hiding? I'm pretty sure she has cheated on me and that she has had some flings during our marriage.

I don't mean to say that it's okay, because it isn't, I'm just saying I have a feeling that will be a part of Nancy's story. What other things could she possibly be keeping from me?

Basically, I'm just preparing myself to hear Nancy confess to the things I already suspect she's done. I'm just tired of waiting. I want to hear the truth once and for all."

Audrey plopped down next to me.

She grabbed my hand and gave me a soft smile. "If it does turn out worse than you expected, call me. I'll go pick you up."

I smiled in gratitude at the loving woman sitting next to me. I pulled her into a hug and I assured her that I would call if I needed anything.

It was already nighttime and I had texted my address to Nancy only moments ago. She could get here any minute now and I was all but ready to get this whole ordeal out of the way.

I was nervous.

Nervous of getting thrown a curve ball by life and not being Able to watch out for it. Nervous of not knowing or having An idea of what I was about to hear tonight.

Would Nancy answer my questions honestly?

Or would she take the easy route and lie her way out of the situation?

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

I quickly stood up and made my way to the front door. When I opened it, I was greeted by Nancy's towering figure.

I couldn't help but notice the somber look on her face. All goofiness was set aside and I could finally see Nancy's true self.

She wasn't the goofy and childish blondie I had once lived with. Her face had morphed into an older, more mature version.

She had aged.

Thus giving her face an aesthetic and dazzling appearance. Her cheeky face had thinned out and her eyes held a deep look that only a life worth of experiences could give you.

She seemed to be on edge. Almost as if there was a huge weight over her shoulders; a weight she would soon let go off.

What if it wasn't the alcohol that had changed Nancy so drastically? What if it was the things she was keeping from me instead?

This thought scared me.

It scared me because if it were the secrets that had changed Nancy so much, then it meant that they had to be some pretty deep ones.