by S. M. Shade
Damn, she’s making sense.
“It’s different. I wouldn’t accept the date in the beginning. I told you that firefighter asked me out when I ran into him again.” Shaking my head, I drain my glass. “I never even considered it. I was in a hurry to get back to Neal. We were taking the kids to the lake.”
Her gaze meets mine. “You want my honest opinion?”
“Of course.”
“You’ve nailed the issue right there. If he’s willing to date and hide it from you, then I don’t think he feels the same way you do. Or he’s just an asshole. Either way, it leads to the same.”
Sighing, I sit back in my chair, trying to accept what is clear. “It’s over. Whatever it was.”
Emily’s expression softens. “I’m not saying he doesn’t care about you. Any idiot can see that he does. I think there are some men who just don’t settle down, and if he’s still playing games at his age, maybe he’s one of them.”
I signal the waitress for another drink. “We never should’ve slept together. I don’t want to lose him completely, especially because Aiden adores him, but I think I need some distance for a while.” Emily smiles when I ask, “Any advice on how to get over someone I never should’ve been under?”
“Get under someone new?”
Laughing, I shake my head. “Not my style.” My gaze is drawn to the dance floor where a throng of gyrating bodies clash and move together. There are quite a few young guys here tonight. “But I wouldn’t mind rubbing my drunk ass all over one of these guys on the dance floor.”
“Ha!” Emily gets to her feet. “Are you drunk? Good. Let’s go have some fun.”
The next few hours are a blur of alcohol, laughter, and sweaty male bodies pressed to mine. I don’t remember any of the guy’s names, but it doesn’t matter. I’m not going home with anyone, just having fun and reminding myself that Neal isn’t the only man in the world. Even if he’s the only man in my world. What did I just tell Bailey?
Life is change.
And getting trashed and dancing with strangers is a definite change for me.
Emily stumbles back to the table, a man’s arm wrapped around her. Where do I recognize him from? Oh, it’s the guy who comes in the laundromat with a bunch of kid’s clothes every week. The same one she’s been drooling over from a distance. She’s been dancing with him all night, so I’m surprised I didn’t notice before.
“Veronica, this is Lincoln.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Good to meet you too,” he says. He excuses himself to go to the bar, and Emily plops down across from me with a squeal.
“I finally talked to him! Oh, Veronica, he’s so great. I know he’s older, but I don’t give half a fuck.”
“You were worried about him having a bunch of kids,” I remind her. I’m not trying to douse her happiness. I’m glad to see she finally made a move, but she’s drunk so a reminder seems prudent.
“He doesn’t! All that laundry he brings in is from his neighbor’s kids. They’re poor and she’s a single mom so he helps her out. Isn’t that sooo sweet?” She sighs and lays her head on her arm, her cheeks pink with alcohol.
“It really is,” I agree.
“I’m going to fuck him. Tonight. God, it’s been so long.”
Laughing at how quickly that escalated, I ask, “Is he aware of this?”
“He offered to drive us home since he’s only had two beers. I told him I might need help making it to my bed,” she laughs.
“Subtle.”
“Right?”
Lincoln returns with two bottles of water, hands them to us and takes a seat. While they make goo goo eyes at each other, the next table of college guys becomes another source of entertainment.
They’re drunk and talking louder than they think they are about who is the worst at getting women.
A slurring blond, maybe about twenty-two years old, states, “You guys just have to learn to be smooth like me.”
His friend snorts. “Uh-huh, like when you tried to get Molly to go home with you?”
“Hey, her loss, doesn’t mean my game was faulty.”
“You winked and pointed finger guns at her.”
His table cracks up laughing, and Emily and I join in, but they don’t seem to notice.
“That’s not as bad as when he tried to get my neighbor to go out with him,” another guy speaks up.
“What?” The blond glares at him, looking offended. “I said she was pretty!”
“You told her she was quite comely, and she laughed at you. I was waiting for you to suggest courting her.”
“Fuck off, at least I fucked Samantha.”
His friend scoffs. “Like that’s so hard to do. She’s got that whore jaw. It dislocates when it sees dick.”
He grins. “Yeah, her tits kind of turned me off too. She had nipples the size of a McGriddle. And she smelled like hot dog water.”
That does it. Emily and I both fall into hysterics. Lincoln chuckles and shakes his head at us. Emily’s gaze meets mine, and I know she’s wondering the same thing as me. Is it our neighbor Samantha?
“Are you two ready to go?” Lincoln asks.
“Yeah, I think I’ve sweated off all my makeup,” I laugh.
Lincoln seems amused by our drunken conversation on the ride home, though he doesn’t say anything.
“Fuck Neal and his dollar store whore,” I say, laughing. The world outside the car slides by in a smear of colors and lights. “God, why don’t I do this more often? I feel great. We should do this every week.”
I roll the window down and lay my head on the sill, letting the wind blow through my damp hair.
“We should!” Emily agrees.
Lincoln chuckles and grins at her. “I think you two will have a different opinion tomorrow.”
“Psh, that’s future Veronica’s problem. Present Veronica is happy as fuck.”
Emily laughs when her stomach growls. “Present Emily is starving.”
“Tacos!” I exclaim, probably a little too loudly. “We need tacos.”
Turning into the fast food restaurant just down the street from us, Lincoln says, “You’ll definitely be hating life tomorrow.”
A few minutes later, we pull up in front of my apartment. “Just park here,” Emily directs. “I’m only a couple doors down and there’s never a spot.”
Laughing, we all pile out of the car. Somehow, the humid air reaches out and trips me. I stumble into Lincoln, trying to hang onto my food and not eat a mouthful of grass. He grabs me and holds my arm a moment, steadying me.
“Thanks. Sorry I stepped on your foot.”
“No problem.”
Emily opens her mouth to say something, but she doesn’t get a chance. Neal marches out my front door, glaring at Lincoln’s hand on my arm. “What the fuck are you doing?” Before anyone can say anything, he snaps at Lincoln. “Who the fuck are you?”
Whoa.
Stop the train.
My drunken brain takes a second to catch up, but once it does, rage blooms in the pit of my stomach.
Controlling my temper, temporarily, I nod at Lincoln. “Thanks for getting us home safely.”
He glances up at a simmering Neal, then focuses on me. “Are you okay here?”
“Yep. All good.”
“She’s fine,” Emily agrees, winking at me and pulling Lincoln toward her apartment. “And she has my number if she needs me.”
They walk away, and I turn to face Neal, a hundred different emotions roiling inside me. “Just what the hell was that?”
His frown deepens. “Where were you? Have you been drinking?”
“Not since I left the bar.”
He scowls and crosses his arms. “You don’t drink.”
Somebody help me because I’m fighting the urge to kick him in the shins like a toddler throwing a tantrum. All the hurt I’ve felt today after finding out about his other woman mixes with anger, and all I want to do is make him feel the way I do.
“
I don’t dance all night with hot college guys either, but maybe I should more often. Tonight was just what I needed. And it’s none of your damned business what I do!”
He grabs my arm as I start toward the house, and I lose my temper. He’s seeing someone else while he’s fucking me, and he has the nerve to get pissed I went out without telling him?
“I’m not a child, Neal. And you can’t tell me what to do. You can fuck right off!” Great, I’ve joined the Violent Circle tradition of screaming and fighting in the yard. I’m so pissed that he’s got me worked up to this point and ruined a fun night when I was already struggling. I don’t kick him in the shins, but my reaction isn’t much better. Jerking away from him, I throw the greasy bag in my hand right at his head, and it explodes in a burst of meat, lettuce and cheese, raining down on his head and the ground.
Noble and Jani step out onto my porch, and Neal tears his glare from me, realizing we have an audience. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow when you’re sober,” he says.
But he’ll probably go home and call the dollar store bitch tonight. “Don’t bother. I don’t need anything from the dollar store. Least of all some kind of crotch rot.” I throw my final words back as I march toward the house.
If he responds, I don’t hear it. My heart is beating in my ears, and all I want to do is get inside.
Jani follows me in and sits down while I head for the bathroom to relieve my screaming bladder.
A glance in the mirror shows me what a mess I am, and I stand there for a moment, trying to find my equilibrium. Nothing shows you how drunk you are like being alone in a bathroom. It’s always then I seem to notice. Once I’ve relieved myself and pulled my emotions under control, I return to the living room and flop onto the couch.
“I’m so shitfaced.” Silence reigns for a moment until Jani’s gaze meets mine and we both break into laughter. “Did I scare Noble off?”
“I think he went over to Neal’s.”
After a few seconds, I kick my shoes off. “I threw my taco at him.”
Jani snorts out a laugh. “Not the one you wanted to throw at him.”
My hands rise to cover my hot face. “We just confirmed the rumor for the whole neighborhood. Funny, since it won’t be true anymore. We’re done. Not that we were ever really together.” Leaning over, I lay my head on the arm of the couch. Damn, this is comfortable. Why did I never realize how comfortable my couch was? “Aiden go to bed okay?”
“Yeah, he’s out like a light. Don’t worry.”
“Thanks.”
My eyes fall closed for a second until I hear Aiden’s voice. “Mom? Why did you sleep on the couch? Did you know Jani is in your bed? Where is Noble? Can I go play with Bailey?”
What fresh hell am I in now? My eyelids feel like they’re glued shut, and it takes a second for me to force them open. I’m sorry the second I do, and they slam shut against the bright sunlight.
Shit. I passed out on the couch. And now, I feel like warmed over garbage. “Give me a minute to wake up, Ade,” I grumble. As soon as I sit up, my head spins, and I dart for the bathroom.
Dry heaves suck. One of the basic rules of drinking is to eat before and after. Fucking Neal. I wouldn’t be sick if the tacos had made it into my stomach instead of the yard. Oh god. Last night I made a complete idiot of myself screaming in the front yard. I’m never drinking again.
“Mom?” Aiden pops open the door to see me sitting on the floor. “Are you sick?”
“Just a little. Go get yourself some cereal and watch cartoons for a bit, okay?”
“Okay.”
Jani enters a moment later with a bottle of water and a wet washcloth. “Thanks. And thanks for staying. I didn’t mean to get that messed up.”
Jani grins at me. “No worries. Looked like you needed it.”
“The whole neighborhood is going to be talking about me,” I groan.
“Only until something else happens. And Darla just put a creepy mannequin in her front window. She hangs that floppy sunhat on it when she isn’t wearing it.”
Aiden pokes his head in the room. “She isn’t a witch, Mom! Eddie told me she’s a witch, but he’s wrong.”
“There’s no such thing as witches, Ade.” God his voice is piercing my brain.
“I know! She’s a vampire! That’s why she covers up when she comes out in the daylight.”
Aiden has me fighting back a laugh, despite how miserable I feel. “She’s not a vampire. And you’d better not be rude to her.”
“She is! I swear! She told everyone she’s from Pennsylvania, and that’s where vampires are from!”
It takes my slow, alcohol pickled brain a moment to catch up, but Jani cracks up first.
“Transylvania,” she laughs, holding her stomach. “It’s Transylvania, Aiden. Not Pennsylvania.”
Aiden chews on that for a moment and then shrugs. “Oh, okay.” He looks behind him as there’s a tap on the door. “I ate my cereal. Can I go to the park with Eddie and Bailey?”
“Yes, but you come home if Bailey goes home.”
“I will!” he shouts, running out the door.
“I love that kid,” Jani says, still chuckling. “Get a shower and I’ll go grab us a nice greasy breakfast from the diner.”
“Thank you,” I breathe, pulling some money from my pocket. “Grab Noble something too. I owe you both for last night.”
As soon as she leaves, I drag my ass into the shower. At least the thumping of my head is distracting me from my thoughts of Neal. There are parts of last night that are a little fuzzy, but I remember him acting like a total asshole for no reason. I’m the one who should’ve been mad.
Sadness washes over me when I realize I feel a little relieved he’ll be moving soon. It’s going to be hard enough to get over him without watching whoever he dates go in and out of his apartment.
I hate this.
We never should’ve stepped over that friend line.
I pop a couple painkillers after my shower and walk outside to check that Aiden is at the park with Bailey. Aiden and Eddie play on the swings, but Bailey runs over to the fence. “Veronica! Dad is going to take me and Aiden to get ice cream! Want to go?”
“No thanks, honey. I don’t feel too great today.” I dig in my pocket and hand her a five dollar bill. “Give this to your dad for Aiden.”
She bites her lip and stares at me for a second before taking the bill.
“Have fun,” I tell her, plastering a smile on my face. She watches as I return to the apartment to meet Jani and Noble.
Aiden flies through the door a few minutes later and thrusts the money at me. “Neal said don’t assault him! We’re going to The Cold Hut!” With that, he’s right back out the door.
Jani and Noble both look up at me as I say, “Assault him?”
Noble grins and shovels food into his mouth. “Insult him, probably.”
He barely gets the words out when I get a text from Neal.
Neal: We need to talk.
Aren’t those the worst fucking words? It’s never good, and I just don’t see the point. He’s dating, and I’m jealous. I need time, not words.
Me: I need some space. Please don’t contact me unless it’s about the kids. And please make sure Bailey understands she’s always welcome here.
He doesn’t respond. I don’t hear from him at all until he texts a few days later to let me know there’s a movie night taking place for the kids at the community center.
I’ve tried my best not to let Aiden see how devastated I’ve been since that day. I don’t think he’s noticed much of a change since he still gets to hang out at Neal’s and Bailey still comes here. That five year old self absorption has been a godsend.
Chapter Thirteen
Neal
The community center looks closed when I go to pick up Bailey. The only cars in the lot belong to Noble and Veronica. It’s strange considering there are usually a lot of kids anytime the center offers an activity.
The place is as quiet as
a graveyard, and my footsteps echo down the long, dim hallway as I make my way down to the gym. “Bailey?”
Jani pops her head out of the gym door and beckons me before retreating back inside. What the hell?
When I step into the gym, Jani and Bailey stand there, Jani with a wide grin, and Bailey gnawing her lip. “Bails? What’s going on?”
“I-I need to tell you something,” she mumbles.
Jani pats her on the shoulder and says, “I’ll be right out in the hall.”
Fear filters in as I wonder what she could be so fearful of telling me. If her mother has been contacting her without my knowledge…
“I’m so sorry,” Bailey says, and her tears well over. “I screwed everything up.”
“Bailey, whatever it is, it’ll be okay.” We take a few steps until we can take a seat on the stairs leading to the stage. “Just tell me. Are you in some kind of trouble?”
She shakes her head and wipes her eyes. “It’s my fault you and Veronica aren’t friends anymore.”
Damn it all. This type of thing was exactly what we were trying to keep from happening. “No, honey, it’s not. And we are friends. We just…”
“Can’t stand to be around each other,” she scoffs, giving me a look filled with wisdom beyond her age. “But it’s my fault.” She takes a deep breath. “I lied.”
“You lied about what?”
“I lied when I said Veronica was seeing a firefighter. I overheard her talking to Emily. She was telling her a firefighter asked her out, but that she said no. And Emily asked her why. She said it was because of you. Because she could only think about you, but that you didn’t want to be together.”
She wasn’t seeing anyone else. All the anger and jealousy I’ve been trying to tamp down was for nothing. Relief fills me, but I know it may not matter now. It suddenly clicks into place what that weird comment Veronica made about crotch rot from a dollar store might have been about. I just chalked it up to drunk talk. When she said she needed space, I assumed she’d decided to give it a go with the firefighter.