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"Yes, I wanted to see how you were doing." I smile softly.
"Like you care." For a moment I thought she might be happy to see me, but no.
"Of course I care, you mean a lot to me," I say, coming closer to her bedside. She is still hooked up to a drip, her arms bandaged up tightly, so I'm careful not to bump anything.
"Luna says you won."
"We did win. It was a tough game without you."
"Yeah, right. I knew you didn't need me." She rolls her eyes. She's so negative, so down on herself. I knew she wasn't right mentally, but I wasn't quite prepared for this. It's such a change from her normal personality.
"Darcy, you know that's not true. Every single person on that team missed the fact you weren't there. You're so important to all of us."
"I bet Brad didn't miss me," she huffs, looking out the window.
I ignore her comment and instead slide a chair over to sit by her. "Darcy, I need to understand. Why?"
She turns back to look at me. "Why what?"
When everything clicked into place for me, there was one question I still had, and I have to ask her. Even if it pisses her off. Because I don't get it. If she loves me like she says, she wouldn't have done this. "Why did you mess with my car?"
She blinks back at me. "I didn't," she lies. She doesn't know what we've all seen, that we have worked it all out.
"Yes, you did. Why did you do it?" I ask as nicely as I can. Even though knowing she did this to me hurts. She is too fragile to deal with my real feelings about it all.
She drops her head, knowing I've caught her out. "I saw the look on your face when you came home. After finding out Brad was our new coach, you were smitten with him. And you had already let him convince you he wasn't a cheating scumbag. I could see the writing on the wall."
"So you fucked up my car so I would be late and he would think I was a slacker. If my car conked out on the highway instead of our driveway, you could have killed me," I whisper angrily, my temper slipping.
Her eyes go wide. "No, I knew what I was doing." A slow smile crosses her face, and I have the realization that I don't know this girl at all. I have only seen the side of her she was willing to share, but there is a whole other personality in there, and she is one scary motherfucker. "I could see what was going to happen between the two of you before it even began. That's how well I know you, Andy. I saw you talking that night at the club, and I instantly regretted setting it up. Originally, I thought you wouldn't have gone for such a cocky guy like him. He's not your type at all. But I was wrong. I could see the chemistry, so when you left together, I followed you. I watched him fuck you on the balcony of his hotel room."
I have to cover my mouth to hide the gasp. She was there that night? I look at her, shocked. "You what?" I ask, hoping I heard her wrong.
She smiles smugly. "I followed the two of you. It was fucking hot. I watched him fuck your brains out on that balcony. I was just an innocent bystander on the street below. You really do need to rein in your need to fuck publicly, Andy. You make it easy to watch. Anyone could have seen you, you're lucky it was just me."
I stare at her in disbelief. "You realize how messed up this is all sounding, don't you?"
"Loving someone enough to make sure they're safe and not making bad choices isn't messed up, Andy. It's true love."
I blink back at her. She says it like it's so obvious. She thinks she is the one in the right here. She's delusional.
"Anyway. After I followed you, I knew I needed to make sure you never saw him again, so I made sure you found out he had a wife. It was easy, I just had to tell Jasmine, and I knew she would message you right away. I thought the problem was dealt with. Until I found out he was our new coach, and I had to rethink, so I messed with your car." She shrugs like it was no big deal.
It's so hard to hear what she's telling me. I trusted this girl with my life, and it has been her all along. Not only that, but the way she talks about it is like she is completely disconnected from the situation, like I am as well. It's as if she's talking about a book she read or show she watched, not our lives. "And all the other stuff that happened, did you really do that to me as well?" I ask, already knowing the answer, but for some reason I need to hear it from her mouth that it was her.
She shrugs again like it was no big deal. "I just did whatever it took to stop you two from seeing each other, but you kept going back for more." She rolls her eyes. "Why can't you just see I did it so we can be together. You're just playing around with Brad. What we have, this could be real."
"But my birthday, we weren't together then. All of that stuff was so creepy. I was really scared; you must have known I would be."
"Honestly, Andy. I wanted to scare you. That way you would stop being so stupid, so reckless with your life. Who walks home by themselves at that time of the night dressed like Wonder Woman? And you might not have been together yet, but I could see it coming. I didn't even know for sure you would run straight to him. I had a hunch you might, and you did. You're quite predictable."
I'm done with her shit. She might be in a bad place, but she is fucking pure evil, and she is aiming that at me. I see red. I push my chair back and stand. I need distance from her. "How could you possibly think all of this would make me want to start some sort of relationship with you? You never even told me how you felt. You have spent months making my life a living hell. Seeing me fall apart. Why would I now turn around and want anything from you? You know above anything else honesty is the most important thing for me. Friends don't do this to each other," I cry angrily.
"We're not just friends, Andy, you know that. That's why I did this." She touches her wrists. "I needed you to see what you mean to me." Her gaze is locked with mine, and the intensity of it sends a chill straight through me. "I will kill myself if we can't be together."
It's a threat, and I feel it right through to my core. She is deadly serious. She needs help, but how am I supposed to get her the help she needs? And for the first time since all of this happened, I'm glad she's in the hospital under psychiatric watch. She needs the help they can give her.
I look at her sadly. "You can't say things like that, Darcy, you know how much Luna, Jasmine, and I all love you. We would be devastated if you did something like that."
