Reckless Love

Heartbreak and Heartheal

     One week. One damn week since I'd seen David. No calls. No texts. No letters. No late night drop in at my doorstep apologizing. Nothing.  But it wasn't my doorstep. It was Jack's apartment. But no attempt to make any contact.
Maybe he felt guilty?
     Yeah, right, if he felt guilty he would be searching way harder for me.  Jack was always there to comfort me after he was done with work. As for me, my job at the café was over and so was a friendship.  I insisted on getting my own apartment, not being such a burden on Jack.  But he demanded I stay until he thinks I'm well enough to be on my own.
     He didn't have a guest bedroom so I slept on the couch but always woke up in his room, in his bed, under his blankets. And he slept out on the couch.  I tried multiple times to convince him I'm okay with sleeping on the couch but he didn't hear of it.  But today, I told him my heart was healed. But in reality, it stung. The pain almost unbearable.  A nine out of ten on my scale of emotional pain. I was saving my ten for something stronger. But what could hurt worse than your fiancé cheating on you with your best friend. Not sure. But I liked to save my ten. A humble way of remembering I have feelings and you didn't hit all my buttons. You hit nine out of the ten, missing the last remaining one. 
     The creek of the front door scattered my thoughts out of my mind.  Jack's home. I wonder how his day went? Probably better than mine.
     "Hey," I call as it echoes through the the house," I'm in the kitchen." I hear his feet on the floor, growing closers. "How was your--," I glance up. David stands in the doorway with a smirk. 
     "Hey babe, you miss me?" He leans against the wall. I regain control of my shocked expression.
     "For a matter of fact, no, I didn't miss you. Did you come to apologize?" I cross my arms waiting for the answer I want to hear, yes, I'm so sorry. It was a mistake. I had a couple drinks. Please take me back. But that didn't come out of his mouth.
     "No, I came here to tell you you made a mistake. You really think he's trying to help you?" I look at the floor, his eyes trying to look at mine. "You do. Ha. Pathetic.  You don't know him Carter and when he breaks your heart, don't come running back to me wanting to fix things.  I know him. Unlike you.  Just a tip. Don't drink around him," he starts walking towards me. "Because he will be worried. Do you know about Arianna?" Another figure walks in the kitchen. Jack.
     "What the hell is going on?" Jack asks, glancing at me then David.
     "Oh, I was just tell my previous fiancé about Arianna. Oh where did I leave off? Just the beginning, right?"
     "You shut the hell up about Arianna," Jack takes a step closer, reaching for David.
     "I wouldn't. Unless you want her to never see you again and marry me, I suggest you let me carry on with the story," Jack glances at me with worried eyes. I nod.  "So, little Jack over here was in love once, wasn't he?" Jack glances at the floor.  "But what happened to poor Jackie and his girl toy, huh?  Oh, right, I remember he walked in on her banging a drunk dude when she was sober. Oh but there's more. Little Jackie isn't so innocent as he sounds. Is he?" I glance back at Jack and his lip quivers," why don't you tell her Jack?" David laughs. "Well I better get going, I'll leave you two to sort out the rest. And as for you," he looks at me, resting his hands on either side of the counter around me. "Meet me tomorrow, 11am. I've got some unfinished business with you." I glance at Jack. David comes up to my ears and whispers," don't even think about bringing him." He pecks my cheek and leaves. Jack and I stare dumbfounded and each other. But one question keeps crossing my mind.
"What did you do?"