Page 52 of Surviving Lies

Invaded my thoughts.

And that was when I texted him.

Me:

Hey I can’t stop thinking about our time by the pond

Once I sent it, I wanted to unsend it. But he responded immediately.

Gage:

You and me both, I wouldn’t mind a repeat, but how about in a bed this time

Fuck.

See. A fucking disaster.

But it didn’t end there. I kept going.

Me:

That sounds enticing

What was I doing?

Gage:

What are you doing tomorrow night, Becca

I had just spent the day with Ty – a wonderful day with Ty. I had sex with Ty. I made him think we had a chance of getting back together. What was I doing?

Me:

I think I’m seeing you tomorrow night Gage

And that was why my weekend was so fucked up.

And why I needed to talk to my therapist, otherwise known as Lanie. But she wasn’t around. And I was going to be seeing Gage in approximately four hours. There was no getting out of it.

But that was the thing; I didn’t want to cancel.

I enjoyed the time I spent with both of them. Maybe I was just a confused girl with two fantastic guys in her life. That was when I heard the front door.

“Lanie?!” I screamed. “Is that you?” I went running down the stairs, hopeful she had come home early. Unfortunately, it was Ava getting back from class.

“Hey, Becca, what’s up? Sorry, not Lanie.” She looked at me with concern. “You OK, hon?”

She followed me to the kitchen. I wasn’t sure I wanted to divulge any of my issues to another person. I was reaching for a soda in the fridge when she grabbed the door and held it open.

“Becca, what’s wrong?” she asked. “You look like you’re about to cry.”

She let go of the fridge door, and I plodded to the couch.

“My life is in shambles at the moment. I needed to talk to Lanie.” I curled up in the corner of the couch and pulled a blanket over me, wanting to disappear and make it all go away.

“Well, I may not be Lanie, but I’m a pretty good listener. Macie usually has some shit going on in her life, and I give her some sound advice at times. Why don’t you lay it on me, girlie, and give me a try?” She settled herself on the opposite end of the couch, alert and ready for me to spill my guts to her.

The four of us had been spending more and more time together. And Macie started opening up to me a bit the other day. But I hadn’t really done that with them yet.

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