Page 41 of Twink Heart

?When I finally peeled myself away from the computer and went out into the kitchen to try to find something to eat, I spotted my phone still sitting on the coffee table. For a moment I tried to walk by it and resist the temptation. But the longer I stood there, the more I realized I wasn’t going to win this battle.

?With a sigh I walked over and picked it up, clicking the screen on to see what I’d missed in the past sixteen hours. And, while I had several messages, none of them were from James. However, there was one I was surprised to see.

Mia: Hey, just wanted to make sure you were okay. I haven’t heard from you since you disappeared.

?My heart pounded and my chest filled with anxiety as I stared that message down. Mia was absolutely the last person I wanted to talk to. Not to mention, she had super moved on from me months ago. So why the hell did she care now? It would’ve been nice if she gave a shit enough to tell me she was cheating on me back in February.

?I didn’t want to drag it out, but I knew she wouldn’t stop texting until I answered her. So I started typing.

Me: I’m fine.

Mia: Good! I’m glad to hear it! Where have you been staying?

Me: With Adam.

?Was it a lie? Yes. Did I want her to know where I actually was? Absolutely not.

Mia: I’m glad he had room for you. Although you didn’t have to leave.

Me: Pretty sure I did, Mia.

Mia: That’s not how I wanted you to find out about that. I didn’t do it on purpose.

Me: Okay.

Mia: And besides, it’s over now, anyway. Cory broke up with me.

?Oh man… the satisfaction I felt reading that message was damn near orgasmic.

Me: Why’s that?

Mia: I never told him about you. And when you caught us, he didn’t like it.

Me: Sounds like a decent guy. Glad he’s moving on to something better.

Mia: What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Me: Just what you think it does. You cheated on me for months instead of telling me your were unhappy. Then you trick this guy into sleeping with you without telling him you’ve had a boyfriend for years? Talk about manipulative.

Mia: I’ve been telling you for months that I was unhappy!

Me: When Mia? When did you fucking tell me to my face that you were unhappy?

Mia: There were signs!

Me: I’m not a fucking oracle, Mia. I don’t read signs. I was far too busy working so I could buy you a house to sit around and consult a crystal fucking ball to figure out what the fuck you wanted from me.

Mia: So this is my fault then? Is that what you’re saying?

Me: It’s literally ALWAYS been your fault. You cheated on ME, not the other way around. I was faithful to you the entire time!

Mia: I doubt that.

Me: It’s true.

Mia: So what are you gonna do with all our house money?

Me: OUR house money?! You can go fuck yourself. Every last penny of that came out of my paychecks, went into my savings account, and was earned by my blood, sweat, and tears. You never gave me a fucking dime.

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