Nothing Left To Say
1004 Words
Nancy tip-toed out of the hotel after she had gathered her belongings carefully.
Luckily, Drew was still asleep.
As soon as Nancy was safely outside the hotel, she hailed a taxi and hurried home instantly.
The thought of what she had done haunted her at first, but on second thought, she knew not to bother with feeling bad about what she had done to Peter Crochet.
He slept with a friend of hers, and she slept with his friend, so it was a done deal.
It was balanced, right?
Nancy was in this state of dilemma when her phone rang, jolting her back to the moment.
The person on the phone was her friend, Kimberly Logan.
"Where have you been all night?" Kimberly was impatient to know this because she had looked around the regular places that she visited with her friend, but she was nowhere to be found, and her phone number did not connect.
Nancy rolled her eyes.
"The worst has happened..." she told Kimberly and was about to start narrating her ordeal, but Kimberly cut her short, saying, "I'm coming to your place, save me the gist for an hour from now."
Then she hung up.
Nancy would work with some company at such a time.
A lot flashed through her mind as she thought of what life would be like for her, moving forward.
How would she ever face Drew Caleb after he had been rough with her the previous night?
Nancy hurried to her bathroom, hoping for some reason that the love marks would have disappeared, but to her dismay, they were all still there, blazing red.
She gasped when she saw them.
A knock on her door a couple of minutes later announced Kimberly's arrival.
Nancy quickly covered herself up and hurried towards the door.
Kimberly slid into Nancy's apartment, expectation and curiosity evident in her eyes.
"I almost called the police. Where on earth have you been?" Kimberly asked.
"I wish you had called them. Maybe, just maybe, they would have found me before I made the mistake of my life," Nancy was regretful.
Her eyes were teary as she spoke those words.
"Mistake of your life? What did you do?" Kimberly asked.
Nancy shook her head.
"I'm ashamed of myself, and proud of myself at the same time," she was truthful.
"What happened?" Kimberly asked impatiently.
Nancy proceeded to open her blouse to reveal the love marks she had gotten from Drew Caleb.
Kimberly, understanding what those marks meant, gasped happily.
"These are not from Peter, are they?" she wanted to know.
Nancy's face immediately contoured in disgust.
"Hell no, I'll be damned!" she exclaimed.
Upon hearing her friend's reply, there was obvious relief on Kimberly's face.
"Okay, so? Who's the catch?" she asked mischievously.
Nancy hesitated at first, then, with her eyes closed, she finally said the dreaded name.
"Drew Caleb."
Kimberly's mouth dropped in shock.
"I beg your pardon?" she asked.
Nancy's face quickly turned red.
''You little tramp!'' Kimberly said, trying to hold herself back from laughing.
''I know, I know,'' Nancy started to say as she let her blouse loose, revealing the love marks on her shoulder and neck.
Kimberly's eyes popped open some more.
''Was it that intense?'' she tugged at Nancy's blouse to see what was going on with Nancy's skin.
''Shut up!'' Nancy said tiresomely.
''I was drunk,'' she added.
''I bet you were,'' Kimberly said and laughed her bowels out.
''Will he not tell his friend? Your loving boyfriend that you refused to agree with me when I said he is cheating on you with some wild tramp,'' Kimberly served herself a glass of red wine from Nancy's mini-bar.
''I don't care!'' Nancy replied.
"You don't say?" Kimberly said with a smile on her face.
She immediately knew that Nancy must have confirmed her claims about her boyfriend, Peter Crochet, cheating on her.
"You were right the whole time, Kim. Peter is nothing but a cheap and petty cheat. I caught him red-handed with Tracy." Nancy was not entertaining any more of Peter's schemes.
She was done with him.
"I told you," Kimberly gulped her wine and looked at Nancy.
"Yes, I hate to say you did, but you did," Nancy agreed.
Nancy, however, wished she could erase the part where she was in bed with Drew Caleb.
How would she ever face him now?
She consoled herself with the fact that, since she wouldn't be seeing Peter Crochet anymore, Drew Caleb would automatically be out of the question as far as meeting with him again was concerned.
Nancy and Kimberly were still having this conversation when Nancy's phone rang.
It was Peter Crochet.
"Speak of the devil," Kimberly said and made an uninterested expression as she sipped her wine again.
"What does he want? I wonder what explanation he means to give after I have caught him red-handed in the act." Nancy became upset all over again.
"Just hear him out. And I'm saying that because I want to have something to gossip about," Kimberly said and giggled into her wine glass.
She was getting tipsy.
Nancy noticed that her friend was getting over the top, so she warned her.
"You had better put down that wine. It's not yet nine o'clock in the morning and you are already half drunk," she scolded Kimberly.
Kimberly took another sip of her drink, saying, "Not a chance."
"What?" Nancy asked Peter as soon as she answered the phone call.
"Nan, I can explain." Peter sounded frantic.
Nancy laughed dramatically, sarcastically, and with bitterness.
"Peter, you can have her, okay? I'm not going to be one to stand in the way of whatever makes you happy," Nancy said.
Peter's aura immediately dropped, and Nancy could tell, even though she was not physically with him.
He tried to say something, but his words failed him.
Nancy had caught him in bed with his pants down and Tracy on top of him.
How on Earth could he talk himself out of that?
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