Page 44 of Interference
“First of all, even though it’s none of your goddamn business, yes, my baby is Brett’s. Second, Wyatt is a friend who brought over dinner for me when Brett couldn’t because he got stuck in class.”
She rolls her eyes. “Likely story. Look, you might have everyone fooled, but I see the real you. I share an apartment with you, remember? I know who’s coming and going. The last thing I need before I go to the Olympics is your shitty image tarnishing mine. I’d appreciate it if you took your clients elsewhere.”
Clients? What clients? I knew Ashley was a little crazy, but I didn’t realize it was to this level.
“The only man who’s been in my bed for years is Brett. Wyatt coming into our living room is nothing, and let’s be real here, if you want to throw stones, I’ve seen more men come in and out of your bedroom than mine.”
It’s true. Ashley has had more than a few dates come home with her over the years. I never shamed her for it because it was none of my business. The fact that she is shaming me now only shows me her true colors.
“You have no proof. Last I knew, you were the one with the evidence of your indiscretions.” Her eyes drop to my stomach as she sneers.
Before I can even say anything, her phone rings.
“Oh look. My coach. Thanks for being such a fuck-up. Now I’ll get us gold and be America’s sweetheart,” she says as she answers it, walking away.
Looking around the apartment, I feel as if the walls are closing in on me. Like this place isn’t my home.
Leave.
I need to leave.
I head into my room and grab a change of clothes, my backpack, and my purse. Once I have everything I need, I head out and grab my water bottle as I head out the door. I can’t help but slam the door behind me.
I know it’s petty, but I’m so fucking mad.
Who the hell does Ashley think she is?
I don’t even have a destination in mind. I just start walking. I could have taken my car, but I need the air. I need to breathe. I need this anger to leave me.
Before I know it, I’m standing in front of his house.
The hockey house.
My heart is racing in my chest.
Why am I here?
I didn’t make a conscious decision to come here, but I need comfort, and my body, as if on autopilot, brought me here.
Before I can panic any further, I walk up to the door. It’s starting to get chilly, and I need a place to get my mind together.
I knock and wait.
When no one answers right away, I knock again, wondering if anyone is even home. There’s a car in the driveway, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t ride somewhere together.
I should leave.
Before I can, the door opens.
When I see the pretty brown hair, I’m shocked. I don’t know why I didn’t consider one of the girls would be here.
“Hey, Emery. Are you here for Brett?” Cora asks.
“I-I actually don’t know why I’m here. I just needed to get out of my place and…”
Her eyes soften as I ramble.
She reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me toward her. “Come on. Brett’s not here, but I’m watching movies, so you can hang with me.”
