Page 7 of Love at First Flight
She pulled into the driveway and sat in her car for a few minutes, just needing to breathe.
It had been a long few weeks to get ready for Halloween and she knew that it would be another long few weeks to prepare for the Christmas season.
She loved it and yet sometimes, the long days weren’t easy. She wished she could find a good man, yet she didn’t have the time for one right now.
She sighed, it seemed like it never was the time anyway.
She went inside and changed into comfy pajamas, made some chicken noodle soup and some hot chocolate and got in bed, turning on her favorite Halloween movie.
A knock sounded at the door and she gave out a few pieces of candy and then went back in her room.
She wished again that she had a man, or some body to spend the holiday with. Normally she and Arielle would binge together, and she felt out of sorts being on her own. This had to stop. It was ridiculous. She could be alone and like it. Shewouldlike it.
She was determined now. Her perfect man wasn’t out there.
He didn’t seem to be surfacing and she let out a sigh. It was fine. She wouldn’t know what to do with a man anyway.
She fell back into her pillows. She refused to wallow in this. She would enjoy her night and then she would spend her Sunday running errands and doing what she needed to before work Monday.
Arielle always went to work Sunday, trying to get caught up on things, so Kadence would help out here, do laundry, buy groceries, that sort of thing.
That was what was needed, not being upset over a fantasy that wouldn’t come true.
She watched the rest of her movie before sleep claimed her.
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The next morning, she noticed that Arielle hadn’t slept in her bed, and that her things from last night were also still gone.
Kadence wanted to laugh. She was happy for her best friend and called Arielle, but didn’t get an answer.
She called again and then sent a text.
Kadence: Hey, you doing okay? I noticed you didn’t come home last night. Way to go. Did you finally give up your ‘V’ card?
When nothing came through, she was worried, but Arielle often got into a rhythm at work and didn’t answer her phone.
She would when she had the chance.
Kadence did what she normally did Sunday, but by that evening, was getting worried.
Arielle still hadn’t answered any of her texts or phone calls.
And she wasn’t like that. Kadence was scared something had happened.
When headlights fell across the front window, she waited in the front room, wanting to see what happened.
Arielle came in a few minutes later, her face pinched and sad.
Kadence said, “You never answered your phone. We have all been worried sick.”
Arielle put her stuff down, and then burst into tears, making Kadence hurry to her side and pull her into her arms.
Arielle told her everything, and when she was finished, Kadence told her to go take a shower, and that she would fix some food.
Arielle reluctantly did just that, and Kadence walked to the kitchen, staying as calm as she possibly could on the outside, but on the inside was another story all together. She was planning her revenge on the man that dared hurt her best friend.
When Arielle came into the kitchen, Kadence made certain she ate every single bite of her dinner and then Arielle walked to her room and Kadence heard the lock click.
