This is the seventh part in a series, so if you have not already done so, you might want to read Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, and Part VI before continuing.
Part of me wanted to go charging into our apartment and rant and rail against my ex, but since Jessica lived right above us, it was a very short walk from her apartment to ours. I didn’t have enough time to get worked up after the lovely time I had had with Jessica.
Besides, after what my runaway emotions had almost made do, I was too scared to give my anger free reign.
So, when I walked into our apartment, I was almost contrite.
That didn’t last long.
“Nikki says you screamed at her.”
“Yeah, well, she stole my boyfriend, so, I figured it was the least I could do.”
Randy snorted. “She didn’t steal me, Ashley, you just left me sitting here. All she did was pick up the pieces. She doesn’t deserve to have you screaming at her like that.”
And just like that, my anger was back in full force.
“You’re right. She doesn’t deserve to have me screaming at her. What she deserves is to pin all her hopes and dreams on a worthless piece of shit like you until the day you up and leave her for her best friend because you were bored.”
He looked down into his lap, clenching his jaw and clenching and unclenching his fist. He was trying to keep his cool, but I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to scream at me so I could scream back and let loose all the rage that had come flooding back the moment he dared to defend her.
After a moment, he said, “I’m going to stay with Nikki for a while. Hopefully you’ll have come to your senses by the time I come back.”
“Oh, you’re not coming back. See, because while you were off fucking my best friend, I was doing a little thing called working. It’s how people earn money. It’s what pays for this apartment. So, get the fuck out of my apartment before I call the police.”
“You wouldn’t do that.”
“I didn’t used to think I would. But I’ve learned a lot about myself today. Turns out I’m capable of things I had thought I would never do.”
He looked at me warily. “What did you do?”
I knew he was afraid I had done something to hurt someone else. OK, he was afraid I had done something to hurt Nikki. Rather than disabuse him of the notion, I said, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
He stood up, breathing hard and clenching both fists. “If you hurt one hair on her head…”
I waited, but he never bothered to finish his threat. Finally, I said, “Why don’t you go find out what I did. Go on. Run to your lady love.” He glared at me one last time, pointing a powerless finger at me before rushing out the door.
To be continued…