Blasphemous (Torn #3)(33)
Trista provided the answer. “Bass. He broke up with her.”
“Don’t tell me. It’s because she slept with Dimitris in Paris, isn’t it?” Lindsey screeched. “Isn’t it?” She kept going on like a demented woman.
I hid away in Trista’s shoulder, though; not having the energy to even explain the truth to Lindsey. She made her own mess and I’m too caught up with my own cluster-f*uk to care about hers.
“Emma slept with Dimitris?” Amber joined in, frazzled.
“She f*uking did. That’s why Bass left her,” Lindsey scathingly said.
Even though I knew she acted this way because she didn’t know the truth, her biting words still affected me. They hurt.
“Lindsey! You better shut the f*uk up before I slap you right now. Amber, get her out of here.” Trista sounded like she was about to pounce into a catfight with Lindsey.
Lindsey was on a roll. She truly was pissed at me. “f*uk you! Why would you side with her?”
I haven’t seen this side of her. Well, technically, I was hearing her, but still, she was scary.
“Listen to yourself, Lindsey. You’re acting like a mental person. It wasn’t Dimitris that broke them up. It was your own brother. Bass found out about London and then the letter Carter wrote to her containing something… significant.” Trista paused before she said significant. Knowing that the subject would be a sore one, especially with how Lindsey was acting.
“Oh.” One word was all Lindsey could manage.
“Will you please leave now? You’re causing more crap,” Trista snapped at her.
I could hear Amber tell Lindsey to calm down before she faced me, but I guess she wasn’t moving because Amber started to get frustrated.
“I’m really sorry, Emma, for being a raging bitch and for your losing Bass.” She sounded choked up, like she knew how big she f*uked this conversation up.
Lindsey and Amber left then. It took another few minutes until Trista decided to speak.
“I could go and talk to him. Maybe hearing it from me, he might see things in a different light,” she suggested, meaning the words.
“He won’t. I just know he won’t.” I sniffed, pulling off her drenched shoulder as I wiped my tears away. “I’ve gone through break-ups before; I will be okay in a few months.”
Trista rubbed my shoulders before speaking. “I think we both know that this time it’s really going to be a little longer than that. He was that kind of man that a woman never forgets. I’m here for you whenever you need me.”
I hated that she was right. Thinking about the coming months without him was unfathomable. How the hell do I manage to keep breathing when the acrid smell of a withered dream I once held was still so potent?
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Three days later, life was still dreary after Bass, but I had school so I had to get out of my slump.
It’d been four days and I could barely part with my phone. It was practically glued in my hand as I waited for his call. There was still a small part of me that believed he would come back, like what happened in Aspasia. He came back. I had to believe in that.
I had to believe that ours was the kind of relationship that could go through so much and still come out stronger on the other end.
I had just gotten out of my first class and headed straight to the coffee shop to get some caffeine boost. My tiny hope died when I saw the first article in a paper that sat unattended on one of the tables. It was about him partying it up in Hollywood.
The only thing that I could think to do then was to run back home and bawl some more. I was so distraught that I didn’t even realize that I had passed my house and had to backtrack five houses down; I then proceeded to lock myself in my bedroom.
He was out with Lydia and some other girls, drunk and obviously single. Tears didn’t even gather in my eyes, they just fell, running with great supply, as I blurrily crawled towards the bathroom and retched everything out of my stomach the second I reached the toilet bowl. By the third heave, my stomach was pretty much empty, but the heaving wouldn’t stop, so I sat on the marbled floor, crying as I waited for my stomach to settle down. “Bass…” I sobbed out with wracking, obliterating pain that possessed my entire being.
Two hours later, I was still stuck next to the toilet.
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The next day, I found Lindsey waiting for me in the kitchen with a peace offering. She knew my weakness for pastries and anything sweet and it seemed that she bought the entire shop because the counter was packed with a lot of treats.
Without saying anything, she handed me a venti Starbucks coffee with ‘I’m sorry for being a total biatch. Forgive me?’ written on it.
“You really were a total bitch, but there’s nothing to forgive. You were driven by your feelings, not common sense. However, the next time you do that, I’m really going to kick your ass.” Smiling, I reached out and gave her a yoursuchacrazybitchbutiloveyouanyway hug.
“Thank you. The guilt’s been eating me alive.” She wiped the moisture from the sides of her eyes before giving me a torn look. “I’m sorry about you and Bass. I could give him a call and give him a piece of my mind, if you want?”
Lindsey, I’ve missed you, I thought as she gave me another hug. “That will definitely make him run the other way.” I laughed, knowing how Bass would react if it did happen.