Page 79 of Stolen Kisses
It was dark outside and it felt like it was early morning like one or two o’clock.
A scream made me jump— Christina. She was in her room.
I practically ran up the stairs and burst into her room to see she’d smashed the place up.
“Christina, what happened to you?” I gasped.
She was crying and in complete distress. She looked at me and shook her head.
“Everything is fucking shit!” she cried.
“What? What happened, tell me please? Just tell me?”
She covered her mouth and cried harder. “I’m pregnant.” She winced. “I’m pregnant and he wants nothing to do with me.”
Oh God …
“Who?”Did she mean Elliot?Or one of the other men? Fuck, it could be anybody with the rate she was going. Those were just the men I’d seen. There could be someone else I didn’t know about.
“It doesn’t matter.” Her shoulders shook as she cried.
“Is it Mr. Mystery Man?” I was pretty certain the events of last night told me Elliot was more than likely Mr. Mystery Man. What I didn’t know is if she was carrying his baby.
The conversation they had made it sound like they’d recently gotten back together, but maybe they hadn’t. Getting back together could mean they’d decided to see each other officially. That didn’t mean that she hadn’t slept with him in the last few weeks.
“Christina tell me, please. It’s me. I’m your best friend. You tell me everything. I just want to know how I can help you. I’ll take care of you. We’ll raise the baby together. I’m here for you.” I just wanted her to see that she could trust me. If she would just calm down she would see that.
“He doesn’t want to have anything to do with me.” She babbled on, ignoring my attempts.
“Who are you talking about?”
She shook her head again and it was like she couldn’t see me. “I’m going to destroy him. I’m going to destroy him completely. He thinks he can do this to me and get away with it. I know things. I have stuff. I have dirt on him. I’m going to destroy him!” she wailed.
She sounded like she’d just lost her mind. I’d never seen her behave this way. Not ever.
“Christina, talk to me. Who are you talking about?” Something in me was desperate to know because I didn’t think any of the men I’d seen her with would take that threat lightly, especially Elliot.
She tried to move past me, but I grabbed her arm.
“Let go of me.” She screamed.
“Christina you are acting crazy!”
She raised her hand and slapped me on my cheek so hard I fell over and bruised my arms on the floorboards.
“Fucking bitch, don’t you dare call me crazy. This would never happen to you. Beautiful, perfect Maria. All the guys liked you. They all liked you more than me, when you’re nothing but street trash. All you do is use your body for sex, you’re nothing.”
We’d known each other for so many years I’d lost count. As she spoke, I remembered when we first met. It was by the river.
We were eight years old and I liked her hair. She was crying, because she missed her father. He’d died a few months before. She was fascinated when I told her I didn’t have parents. We became friends in an instant. Then her brother came looking for her and found us.
We’d always stuck together like glue. She felt like a sister to me.
Like family.
This crazy woman couldn’t be that same person.
She just glared at me and walked away leaving me on the floor in tears.
