With my heart pounding in my throat, I silently move closer towards the giggling, unsure if I should continue on this route or turn and leave.
Pushing open the slightly ajar door, what lies before me causes my world to immediately spin out of control. My heart shatters at the sight before me, the shards digging deeper into my already open wound. At first, they don’t notice my arrival and continue their romp under the sheets. Resentment pours through my raw chest, burning through my insides like red-hot lava, the pain is indescribable.
My boyfriend and apparent best friend are in the bed together, and with this realisation comes a flashing of red before my eyes.
“What the bloody hell are you doing?” I roar, the sound booming loudly, alerting them to my presence. They both look up from their provocative position. I hear them muttering under their breath, but it was hard to make out what they were saying, so I can only imagine.
Scurrying out of the bed, gripping the sheets to their naked bodies, I don’t know who’s more embarrassed—them or me.
I’ll stick with myself. I’m the one being made a fool of, aren’t I? Once again, I’ve chosen a dud boyfriend, but now I’ve also been made aware of my choice of a dud friend.
Without giving much thought to my actions, I grab the closest thing off the chest of drawers, which so happens to be a snow globe Ryan bought on one of his business trips. Those trips are probably just another ruse. Come to think of it, why does a fully-grown man collect snow globes? Are they like a track record of his female conquests? Now my mind starts questioning everything about him and our relationship. How could they do this to me?
With the torrent of emotion searing through me growing stronger by the millisecond, I draw back my arm behind my head and release the globe, watching it hurdle towards Ryan who doesn’t see it coming. Crystal screams, trying to warn him of the impending object, but fails. He turns towards Crystal and it connects with a resounding crack to his thick skull. Yeah, I probably shouldn’t have done it . . . An afterthought arriving a moment too late.
“Ow, Chloe! What the hell?” His hands fly to his head. Blood immediately pours out between his fingers. Deep down, I give an excited dance and shout of glee. Serves you right, sucker!
“What the hell? What the hell?” I laugh outwardly. The sound coming from me is not something I’d normally make. “How dare you both do this to me?” I stab my finger towards them, then back at my chest.
“Chloe, I’m so sorry, it just—happened,” Crystal pleads. Tears form in her eyes, but her performance has no effect on me.
“You!” My burning gaze turns to her. “How could you, my apparent best friend, do this to me?”
“I—”
“No, don’t even bother. I don’t want to hear it. This friendship is over. It no longer exists. You’re nothing to me, not even a blip on my radar.”
Crystal moves towards me with a begging look of sorrow on her face. “I’m sorry,” she cries. Her tears now overflow down her cheeks.
“You’re only sorry because you got caught.”
“Chloe, I think you completely overreacted. Look at me, I’m bleeding!” Ryan chokes back his sobs. My fiery glare now flicks towards him. Bright red blood streaks down the side of his face, and I feel zero remorse. Instead, I burst out laughing like a cackly old witch.
“I overreacted?” I’m not even sure those words are distinguishable with the level of screeching leaving my mouth. “What would you do if I was in bed with your best mate?”
He gives no response. Yeah, sucker, I got you and you know it. Your dick got the better of you and I caught you in the act.
Ryan scrunches a bunch of the sheet he clutches to his body in his hand, placing it to his head. Crystal slides closer to him inspecting the gash.
“Chloe, he needs to go to a doctor . . . it looks deep.” Crystal’s reasoning tone tries to outshine my fury towards them both.
“I couldn’t care less about him. You’re both dead to me!”
“Chloe, please, forgive us,” Crystal pleads, obviously realising her mistake at choosing him over me.
“Oh, hell no! I just lost my job and came here to seek some support from my boyfriend, but now I wash my hands of you both. Goodbye.” I slap my hands together as if washing them and flicking the water away. Good riddance. With my final farewell said, I leave, heartbroken.
When you think, someone could be the one for you, only to be made a fool of when you discover they’ve deceived you, it hurts like a sucker punch to the stomach. The joy Ryan gave me and the friendship Crystal and I had for years are now gone. A treacherous storm brews within my chest, threatening to destroy me. Two horrible incidents in one day.
Once I slide into my car, the storm erupts. My head falls into my hands and I sob. Crystal’s betrayal is the hardest to come to terms with. How could she throw away years of friendship, especially for a guy, let alone her best friend’s boyfriend?
Broken and devastated, I start my car and make my way to the one place I can always call my sanctuary . . . home.
Tears cascade down my face during the entire twenty-minute drive home. It’s unforgivable what those two have done. How do I move on from this? How does anyone move on from such a betrayal?
I need a friend right now and Janie is all I have. We’ve been close since I started working for Chad and his company three years ago . . .
Perhaps I should talk to Mum? No, that’s probably not a good idea. My parents are worrisome and love giving advice I know I wouldn’t want to hear in the first place. They try hard to help me, and I know they want the best for me.
You need to calm down, I warn myself before deciding to check in on the Mum and Dad first, allowing myself some time to get my head in order before seeing Janie, she’ll know what to say to help me feel better.
Pulling to a halt in the familiar driveway, I kill the engine. Dropping my head down in disappointment, has my head hitting the steering wheel, hard. It throbs instantly and sets off the waterworks once more. So much has happened today and every bit of it horrid. Taking a few deep breaths, I wipe my hands down my face brushing away my tears, attempting to pull myself together. I don’t want to play the one billion questions game with Mum about why I’ve been crying and look terrible.
A quick check in the review mirror and I’m out of the car. “What now?” I huff, when I’m alerted to raised voices coming from inside the house, my house. My heart sinks. I should have been expecting something else to go wrong today. How does the saying go? Bad things come in threes?
Now I’m faced with a dilemma, should I get back in the car and leave before I become involved in whatever it is going on in there, or be a good daughter and face the third potentially terrible disaster of the day? My feet answer for me and, without consent, drag the rest of me towards the front door. The voices become louder and much clearer.
“How could you do this to me?” Dad’s angry voice hits the other side of the door. What did Mum do?
“I’m so sorry,” she yells back. What is she sorry for?
My hand reaches for the handle when Dad sounds off again. I pause.
“You’re sorry? What about Chloe? Are you going to tell her?”
Before Mum answers, I grip the knob and push open the door with a hard shove. The sound of silence fills the tense room as their heads swing in my direction . . . so much sadness fills their gazes. Dad stands in front of Mum, who sits on the couch twisting a tissue in her hands. Her attempt to hide the fact she’s very upset is obvious, as she quickly swipes away her tears. Watching her wipe down her perfectly pressed linen pants, I try to think of a time I’ve seen her quite this upset. None come to mind.
“Hey honey, what are you doing home? Is everything okay?” Her voice trembles.
Dad turns, his back is now my view. He’s avoiding eye contact with me, but why? Hurt ripples through me. Why would a father turn away from his daughter? The ripples become stronger each second and he keeps his eyes averted from mine.
“I don’t know . . . you tell me. Is everything alright with both of you? The entire neighbourhood can hear you both shouting.” My tone is soft and I’m unsure of what’s going on between them. A strange fear takes hold of me, squeezing tightly, taking any happiness I had left in me with it. They both turn their eyes my way.
Dad rubs his hands down his pained face, sighing heavily. Mum’s bottom lip quivers in response and I watch as liquid quickly pools in her eyes; she tries blinking her sadness away, but fails. A sense of dread washes over me causing my hand to move to my chest before I grip my shirt. No, not another bad thing to add to this already horrendous day. Mum must see the aggrieved look I’m wearing because if her next words are supposed to ease the tension I’m feeling, they don’t.
“It’s okay, honey, nothing to worry yourself about.” Mum’s rickety words shake me to my core. When parents say don’t worry, then you know there’s something major to stress about. And as an only child, I’ve seen and heard lots of arguments between Mum and Dad, but the tone of Dad’s voice when I first arrived, pierces right through me.
“No, it’s not alright. Nothing is alright!” Dad yells. I step back in alarm of the man who’s never raised his voice with that much anger at Mum or me. His watery gaze shifts between Mum and I, but it isn’t until he notices my hesitant step back, his face falls, full of remorse.
“What the hell is going on?” I yell. My attempt to swallow down the hard lump in my throat is worthless. It only rises again and again.
Silence fills the room once again, and a deafening stillness settles around us. I fear my family, as I once knew it, is about to fall apart.
“Come sit down, Chloe,” Dad suggests, the strain in his words evident.
“I’ll stand, thanks.” Folding my arms across my chest, I brace myself for the blow I’m about to get slammed with.
Mum stands, stepping towards me; grief now fills her gaze. Dad doesn’t move a muscle. “Honey, I don’t know where to start.”
“Just spit it out.”
“Alright . . . Years ago, I made a terrible mistake—one that can’t be undone.” She pauses, drawing in a few deep breaths. “The man you know to be your father, isn’t your father—or at least, I’m not sure if he is or not.”