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I can’t hear everything that’s happening but I can tell they are exchanging words. Both are gesturing heatedly at each other, yelling. The woman on the balcony tosses her last group of items and goes back inside. My passenger screams and collapses to the floor in tears.
Fuck. I have a feeling this is going to be a long night.
Chapter Three
Delilah
Clothesflutterinthewind before landing on the floor and tree. They land softly compared to the force with which they’re thrown off the balcony of the apartment on the second floor-specifically known as my apartment.
“What the hell?”
I hear his expletive but I’m already trying to open the door to his car as he’s driving in, desperate to figure out what's going on.
But the handle jams in my fingers.
“What are you doing?” he says, and I turn back to him, frowning at me his gray eyes glinting in annoyance. “Opening a moving car? That’s a smart idea.”
For such a serious-looking man, he is terribly sarcastic.
“Let me out,” I say, jerking the handle again.
“Say please,” he counters, and I've just about had it. That’s my stuff flying out the window, and he’s making fun of me? I’m ready to break the windows, but then I freeze as something else takes a tumble off the balcony.
It’s wooden box that is creaky and older than me. One that holds all my most precious possessions.
“No,” I can only whisper and watch it as it dives, as if in slow motion. I watch it slam into the floor and break into about six different pieces shooting into the bushes around us.
My pictures lay in the middle of the carnage. My heart pounds with relief that at least she hasn’t shredded them.
Relief is immediately followed by fury. Because, what the hell? Why is Rena throwing my things out the window?
“Jesus,” my companion, the silver fox, says and I see his eyes are also focused on the mess Rena is making. I try to open the door again, and when I succeed this time, I’m tearing out of the car. I run to the door just as she’s coming to the balcony again with a fresh batch of clothes.
“Stop that! Hey!” I cry out, waving my hand so she can see I’m there. Her eyes fly to me but the sight of me isn't enough to make her stop. She doesn’t even look embarrassed at being caught.
If anything, she looks even more furious.
She points a finger at me. “Boyfriend stealing wench!"
Wench?That'smy first thought.Who uses words like that?
“Why are you dumping my things?” I yell back at her. I should probably not be yelling at a crazy person but I'm also past the point of reason right now. This is just the nail in the coffin of an already stressful day.
“Because I’m not going to live with a traitor!” she calls right back, and it suddenly occurs to me that Rena probably found out that I went on a date with her ex. Vivi probably told her.
Shit.
I should have known. Vivi was never good at keeping secrets and she uses anything to one-up me.
“I didn’t know he was your boyfriend,” I tell Rena now. “And you don’t have to worry because I’m never even going to see him again.”
“That’s not the point.” Rena doesn’t even look slightly appeased by this. “The point is, why the fuck would he even think about going out with a fat bitch like you?”
Ouch. That was uncalled for. Usually, I wouldn’t let a comment like that get to me, but turns out having your confidence picked up the entire day does something to a woman's sanity. And to come back and confront this...there's no other way to explain it.
I’ve reached my mental breaking point and I snap back at her.
“Well," I yell. "Maybe he was tired of dealing with skinny insane bitches all day!”
