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"Ella, the man is an entitled asshole who abused your heart. He threw you out of his house like you were a dog and threatened you with a fucking lawsuit. You've done nothing but be a good girlfriend to him even though he's fucked up more times than I care to count. Why in the hell are you still worried about what's going on with him or how to make things better. I'm sorry babe but unless you're going to let me key his car and carpet bomb the city with pamphlets that say he has a small dick than I'm thinking you can at least humor me with a small blog that no one knows about. I mean people do it all the time, use small websites as their diary and no one ever finds it. " She waggles her eyebrows and I move my hand from the screen.
She's right. This is the lesser of two evils here plus it might be a bit cathartic to get out what I'm feeling on the screen instead of letting it fester and boil inside of me. "Don't link it to him or anything like that. If your dead set on doing this at least make so people have a hard time figuring out who it is where talking about.
"Sure, sure. Right away." Carrie's not paying me any attention now. I've already given her the go ahead. I'm amazed at the speed she's able to get a small blogging website up, It would have taken me days to do what she's done in twenty minutes. It's a clean and modern blogging website with the header that reads, Bad Billionaire Bachelors - Falling in love is not advised.
"Great, now let's get to man bashing!" Carrie rubs her hands together like the evil villain of every movie ever made before she pushes the laptop over to me and literally places my hands on the keyboard.
"I don't know this feels wrong. We broke up, people break up I don't want to go around bashing him." I let my fingers slide off the keyboard without typing a word.
"You're not truly bashing him. You don't have to lie, just tell the truth. Tell your truth, Ella. If there's anyone that can do that, it's you." She puts my hands back on the keyboard and I feel one tear slide down my cheek. Carrie constantly saves my life in ways she'll never even know about.
The words begin to flow out of me and onto the screen. Before I know it I've written three whole pages and my eyes are blurry from all the tears I've shed. Carrie pulls me into a hug and I feel her moving over my shoulder.
"What are you doing? Wait....Wait!" I squeal as I try to pull out of her embrace. She's pressed the publish button.
"I had to do it or you would have chickened out." She shrugs and I want to crawl out of my skin as I see the words live in the corner of the webpage dashboard. What the hell was I thinking. This is on the internet. The internet is forever! Shame and embarasment flow through me as the gravity of what I've just done hits me.
"This is so bad. So darn bad!" I mutter and start to rock back and forth on the couch.
"Relax Ella. Jeez, it's just like I told you. No one is going to be able to find it. Look let's do a search. " Carrie pulls the computer towards her and exits out of the website that we've just built. She closes out of the browser completely cleared the cookies and opens up a new page. She type's Percy's name into the search bar and a list of sites come up but none of them are the one we just created.
"Um... Ella... you said you gave in your article right?" Carrie's voice has a twinge of panic in it.
"Yeah. That's why Percy's so mad. I told you already." My eyebrows furrow. It's not like Carrie to ignore what I've said.
"Okay, but I thought you didn't say anything personal about his family... when the hell did you figure out he had an illegitmate brother?" Her eyes whip to mine and I'm stuck staring at her trying to figure out if she indeed just said what I thought she said.
I never fucking wrote anything about Ian. Never!
"What are you talking about? Where do you see that?" I snatch the computer out of her hands and wipe the last remenants of any tears from my eyes. I need to be focused to see this.
The first few listing of the web search of Percy's name show the usual business website. An article in Forbes Magazine. A link to the Snow Chronicle Website. But under that is link after link to gossip coloumns all with the similar headlines. The Snow family isn't as squeaky clean as we all thought. My hand trembles as I move my finger along the trackpad to click on one of the stories.
It feels like a sledge hammer is trying to being pounded against my chest my heart is beating so hard. I read through all of the article and my mind whirls at the information that they've acquired. Some of it information that I don't even have.
"This is why!" Carrie points at the screen. "The dummy thinks you did this!"
My mouth drops and a soft squeak is all can manage. She's right. Percy thinks I've betrayed him and his family. I have to get to him and tell him the truth. He has to know that I'd never do this to him. I would never do this to anyone.
"I need to get to him. I need to talk to him." I jump off the couch, grab my shoes and slip them on as Carrie takes the laptop from me.
"Are you sure now is the best time? I mean he was a little crazed from what you told me." Carrie runs a hand through her hair. A look of concern on her face.
"I have to go now. This needs to be fixed." Grabbing my coat I plant a fast kiss on her cheek and run out the front door. Maybe all hope isn't lost. Once I explain everything to him he'll have to understand that I'd never do anything like this to him. We can find out who it is together.
A small kernel of joy begins to expand in my chest as I race down to my car and go right back to the man who broke my heart.
35
percy
Not even thewhiskey scorching the lining of my throat is enough to dull the fucking pain. I can't believe I let myself get so entranced by that woman. I knew when she first showed up that she was bad news. I should have stuck to my guns and made sure that she was thrown in jail or sued for trying to black mail me. I should have done fucking anything besides fall in love with her.
Just the act of standing , makes me feel a bit wobbly. My head is spinning and I don't remember the last time I've been this drunk. The problem with that is usually when I'm this drunk I don't remember anything, that's not happening, I feel like the alcohol is only making me feel worse about the situation. I skipped drunk and went straight to hangover.
My legs feel like heavy lead as I drag myself towards my bedroom. Alone.
"Fucking hell! Stop the shit!" I dig my hands into my hair and tug trying to get the images of Ella waiting for me out of my mind. It'll never happen again. It shouldn't have happen in the first place.
