It's Complicated

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I bust through the door of the house and run all the way up to my room just to find out that nobody’s home. I'm alone. I fall grievously onto the bed and sob till there is a small lake of tears on my pillow. How could they do this to me? I never cheated on Trevor and – to make matters worse - Arianna is supposedly my friend. The more I thought about the situation, the more I sob heavier into my pillow. I turn over onto my back. I grab my cellphone out of my back pocket and see seven unwanted texts from Trevor. I delete every one of them, even the old ones and the ones where we stayed up all night. I sob more. Is it possible for a person to cry so much? His number, deleted. His texts, deleted. Our relationship, deleted. My now scarred soul, deleted but still existent.  Everything that reminds me of Trevor that obliterated boy is gone. I check through my contacts to make sure the job was done; it obviously wasn’t. Arianna, deleted. Our friendship deleted. That whore, sadly not deleted from my life.

It barely took me a millisecond to decide and dial Nicole's number. As a true best friend, I needed to tell her what happened.

She picks up on the second ring.

“Angela, where are you?” she asked in a concerned tone.

          “I’m home,” I cried.

          “I’m on my way.”

Before I could protest, the line went dead. I turned onto my stomach and sobbed into my pillow again. Five minutes later, the doorbell rings. That was fast. I run down the stairs, wipe my eyes, and answer the door. Nicole doesn’t hesitate to pounce on me and squeeze the remaining life out of me. I grab on to her like I haven’t seen her in years. She pulls back and looks at my face and wipes away my tears.

“Are you okay, Boo bear?” she asked the obvious.

          “No.”

          “Yeah, well, Arianna told me how you found out that she slept with Trevor and how you bitch slapped the shit out of her and ran out the school. Trust me girl you did damage. I mean the red mark on her face. She should just name the spot Robin and call it Red Robin. Though it won’t be tasty,” she went on.

I giggled, “Shut up, Nicole,” and slapped her on the arm.

“That’s the smile I want to see.”

I kiss her on the check and she smiled sheepishly. God, I love this bitch.

“What did you do to Trevor?” she asked as we moved from the porch to my room.

          Once in my room, I sit on my bean bag chair and Nicole, as usual, jumps on my bed and lays there as if she lives here. She rolled over and unfortunately put her head on my pillow which I was crying on.

“What the hell! Why is this pillow crying me a river?” she exclaimed as she threw the pillow across the room.

“Corny but original,” I respond to her joke.

“Shut up,” Nicole said as she sat Indian style in the middle of my bed.

“Now answer my question,” she demanded.

“I did nothing,” I said scared.

“Wait, I probably didn’t hear you. What did you say?”

“I did nothing,” I whispered.

“Wait, what the fuck? Why not?”

          “I was too hurt to do anything. I just ran into the bathroom.”