We Fell Apart

The different kind of guest.

When I went to visit Devon I had no plan. I just knew I needed to see him. Some compulsion was drawing me to him. Not just any compulsion either. I was fueled by anger.

When Kyle opened the door, to say he was shocked to see me was an understatement. He opened the door wider and looked around the empty road as if it not wanting to be seen letting an upper class girl into his humble home.

Finally with a relieved sigh he looks at me and says "You're Angela's hot friend right? Blue?" I remain expressionless as I put my hand out to shake his and in a sickeningly sweet voice correct him, "It's Skylar. Nice to see you again Paul." I say kissing him on both cheeks.

"It's Kyle." he says gruffly.

"I know, that's what I said." I say in amusement before pushing him out of my way and entering the door. The familiar smell of oil, garlic, alcohol and woman's perfume comes from up the stairs and I know exactly what he's doing. Just not who. Walking up the stairs, angry on behalf of my best friend I burst through the first door I see.

Lucky guess.

"What scent is that?" I ask the girl lying underneath Devon.

"Skylar? What the fuck?" Devon asks looking up from the girls breasts.

"What scent is that?" I repeat, ignoring him. With an exasperated sigh the girl covers her breasts and says in a bitchy tone "Who the fuck are you?"

In an amused tone I say "Your guardian angel."

I tilt my head and look at the girls large breasts and long brown hair. It's tied up but I can see the waves. She's petite and has large brown bambi eyes.

"You're not one for variety, are you Devon?" I ask angrily.

He's gone deathly pale and sits on his bed in silence.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The bitch asks, offended.

"It means," I say impatiently. "This fucker was just sleeping with my best friend who happens to look exactly like you. He also got her pregnant then beat the shit out of her." The girl has the decency to look disgusted.

"You have a baby?" She shreeks.

"Had" I say.

"Why did you come here,  you stupid bitch?" he asks coldly but I notice the underlying note of concern. Confusion actually.

"To inform you, we're pressing charges. If you try contact Angela, I. will. kill. you." I say slowly "Or Angela's dad will." I add chirpily. "So," I ask the girl who was now sitting at the edge of the bed searching for her top. "Is his dick really as tiny as I've heard?"

He looks as if he's about to faint and he's moving his lips open and closed like a gold fish. I walk out of the room, slamming the door to the sound of the bitches high pitched voice screaming. I find Kyle behind the door looking amused. He shakes his head as I walk past and get out of the house, starting my car and revving the engine as I reverse.

Talk about coitus interruptus

What had angered me the most was the scent. It had all come back to me in a rush. Angela had only started using Calvin Klein when she was seeing Devon, which probably meant he had told her to go out and buy it. The same with the carbon copy bitch. She had used the same perfume and had quite literally been Devon's replacement for Angela. Driving home I had felt a sense of pride with the person I'd become. As old Skylar I would never have let anger feul me. I wouldn't be sleeping with Damien and thinking about Kevin in that moment. After he'd ended our short lived relationship, thoughts of him were banned from my head. Summer was nearing completion and fall was drawing close signalling the beginning of a new school year. On the way home I'd allowed myself to think about Kevin. The way I'd met him at the beginning of the summer and we'd talked every day. I allowed myself to think about all the dates we'd had on which he'd infuriatingly refused to do the less gentlemanly dead of ripping my clothes off. We waited and it had been so much more perfect. I didn't realise at the time, of course. I thought about how he'd dumped me so harshly and then became angry, once again banishing thoughts of him from my head and allowing more pleasant thoughts of Damien.

Pulling into the driveway, I noted that Angela's car, which Damien had brought here for her a few days ago, was missing from the driveway. I recklessly parked the Mercedes and jumped out, grabbing my tiny luggage. Clumsily, I leave the car and listen to my black pumps as they hit the freshly wet grass. I fumble for my keys for a while and then put my purse underneath my arm and attempt to unlock and open the large and heavy mahogany door. When I've pushed it open I call out for Angela numbly. I have a sick feeling in my gut that she's gone for good. I needed her here for when Katlyn got home. I couldn't face her alone. Damien would be back at college in two days and Katie was arriving home in three. Futility searching the empty house, I feel tears spring to my eyes as I enter the kitchen and find a post card, bought from one of the tiny beach shops that were frequently visited by tourists. The post card featured a drawing of the outlining of Europe. As I picked it up to turn it over, a letter flew out from underneath it. In Angela's elegant scrawl were these words.

Skylar, baby.

Don't worry, I'm not going away forever. Just a week, until school starts but you know I suck at goodbyes.

I hate being humble and saying these words to you in person would require exactly that.

There was a smiley face drawn on the page as her familiar scrawl continues.

You were right that day, when you told me I needed to grow up. And mentally, I think I have in these past few days. I know what you're thinking, running away is extremely immature but I'm not running away Skye. I'm going to visit my mom up in Ireland.

I felt a tear fall down my cheek and I didn't even realise I was crying until I noticed how damp my cheeks are.

I think I've finally learnt from my mistakes and I'm working to correct them. I'm not chasing perfection, just... redemption. I'm starting with my mom. I'll tell her about the baby I lost and maybe finally forgive her for leaving me and Damien with our dad all those years ago. When I get back it's you. I'm gonna fix all the shit I've messed up with you. Skylar thank you so much for being with me right now and I promise not to contact Devon. I got my phone from under your bed (nice Vodka by the way.) ;)

I laugh and wipe away another tear and turn over the page.

I know I can never repay you for your patience and understanding but I'm gonna try as soon as I get back.

Bye babe :)

Love your Angel

xoxo

p.s I jacked your vod.

I laugh again and reach for my phone, dialling the familiar number.

"Where are you?" I ask when she picks up.

"Airport." she responds.

"I love you Angie." I say softly.

I hear her smiling as she responds, "I love you too Skye."

"Text me the number you're using, okay? And have a safe flight."

She laughs and makes kissy noises through the phone before hanging up.

I turn around and let out a breath as I look around me at the large house. Empty as usual. That would change in a few days.