Page 94 of Spiralling Skywards
“You should have told her you were married a lot sooner than you did, and you should have told her what went on before you left Sydney.”
“It seemed so irrelevant at the time,” I admit.
“Well, you made it worse by saying you’d had nothing to do with your wife for two years. You telling her that and then Olivia turning up and claiming she fell pregnant when you shagged her just a week before meeting my sister, landed you right in the shit.”
I knocked back my drink.
“I didn’t expect Olivia to turn up here.”
“That makes you sound like you’re just sorry you got caught, not that you’re sorry for lying.”
“I didn’t lie.” My voice rose in frustration. Luke looked like he was about to swing a punch in my direction so I lowered my tone. Purple wasn’t my colour. “I didn’t lie. I just hadn’t gotten around to telling her. I sent her a long text last week, explaining all of this. She told me all about your mum and dad, about their affair. I panicked. If I hadn’t been such a coward, none of this shit would’ve mattered, I should’ve just been up front and honest with her from the start. Then she wouldn’t be running around with a tea-drinking wanker called Will.”
My words spilled out, my frustration obvious in my tone and what did he do, my so called mate? He grinned. The cheeky fucker grinned at me.
“She’s not running around with anyone.”
“Nah, so why’s his car been outside her house four times over the past ten days?”
Fuck me I sounded like a stalker.
“They’re mates. They’ve been out for dinner and to see a film, but she told him she wants nothing more than friendship.”
“Yet.”
“What?”
“She doesn’t want anything more than friendship justyet, but she will eventually, and he’ll be there to help her move on. She won’t even acknowledge my existence.”
“You lied to her. You fucking lied. What d’you expect?”
“A second chance?”
He drained his drink.
“Sarah doesn’t trust easily. She trusted you. You lied. Twice. You’re just gonna have to work harder and play dirtier than he does to win her back, and you need to start by regaining her trust.”
“How. I can’t get fucking near her.”
“I don’t fucking know, Del. I’m not getting involved. Like she told me, she’s twenty-two and a big girl that can look after herself. What I will tell you is the same as I told Will—you hurt her, and I’ll come for you.”
I didn’t know what to do. I’d no clue how to find a way back to her, and that left me feeling as frustrated as fuck.
“How can I hurt her when I can’t even get fucking near her? All I can do right now is sit at home while Will goes sniffing round there every night.”
I sounded desperate. My new roll in life was that of a sad, lonely, desperate stalker. I might as well buy myself a cat, or ten.
“Watch your fucking mouth. That’s my little sister you’re talking about. No one will be sniffing round her.”
“Yes, I know. Your little sister happens to be the girl I love. Do you have any idea how it makes me feel seeing her coming and going every night with him? Seeing his car parked outside her house, wondering what they’re getting up to inside.”
Yep, definitely a stalker.
I’d stood up and paced behind my desk.
“You need to calm the fuck down and listen to what I’m saying. They’re getting up to nothing. They’ve both told me that she just wants to be friends.”
He topped up both our drinks.
