Page 57 of Unfaithfully Yours
Itreallywasn'tlike Melissa to cheat. She was a sweetheart. In fact, she was such an angel that I hadn't even begrudged her being with Kamran. She had always adored him. Or so it had seemed...
What had happened?
FIFTEEN
Kamran
Melissa didn't reply to my messages. She didn't even come home until I was sick with worry, sitting in the living room, staring at the random reality TV series that had started sometime over an hour ago.
Finally, I pulled out my phone and instead of going to her number, I went to her sister Michelle's contact info and hit dial.
I tapped my foot while I waited for her to answer. I didn't want to worry anyone, but Melissa always came home, no matter what else she was up to. She was always in our bed by eleven at the latest.
“Hello?”
Michelle's voice came out slow and suspicious when she answered. Like she was wondering what I was doing calling her. I paused. We had always gotten along. I mean, she had Melissa's back no matter what and would sometimes get argumentative when I least expected it, but generally, we were friendly.
It just made me think that something else was involved. Fuck. She had probably told her everything from her side. Maybe she thought that I was I psycho now or that I'd driven Lissa away on purpose.
“Kamran?” she asked into the silence. “You there?”
“Uh—yeah,” I stammered. “I just—I?—”
I stopped, shook the thoughts away and forced myself to spit it out.
“Lissa never came home tonight and she's not answering my calls or messages.”
There was a long silence.
“Don't want to worry you or anything, but have you heard from her?”
“Uh... about that...”
She trailed off and I cursed softly.
“She's right there, isn't she?”
I could hear Michelle's grimace in her voice.
“Bingo,” she said. “In my defence, I was telling her to at least answer your messages.”
I let out a long, heavy sigh, frustration building in me. This was because of my message. She didn't want to talk. She wouldn’t.
“As long as she's safe,” I grumbled, but then added. “But tell her she's going to have to suck it up and talk to me like a grown up pretty soon. Preferably right now.”
Michelle snorted.
“Yeah, that's not happening,” she said. “She's drunk as a skunk.”
I heard a giggle carry through the line and sagged.
“Okay...” I said slowly. “Does that mean you're keeping her for the night?”
“Mm hm. Most definitely. She'll have to be carried into bed,” then, she added in a whisper, “and is avoiding you right now.”
“Hey, don't tell him that,” I heard Melissa slur.
“For fuck's sake,” I muttered.
