Tied To My One Night Stand

2. Oh my!

SCARLETT POV

My first week of summer break and my schedule is packed with getting all of the final things sorted for the wedding. I have a fitting this afternoon and dinner with my maid of honor, Phoebe, and bridesmaid, Kelly. I could dwell on the fact that my mother won’t be there to help me pick out my dress but at least I have Phoebe. Kelly had other plans but promised to be there for dinner. Tomorrow it’s the salon. We all need to pick our hairstyles. The list goes on and on; cake, flowers, photographs and much more. The wedding planner did most of the legwork based on what I told her envisioned. I’m just giving the final okay on everything so everyone can be paid and scheduled. The venue was easy! I wanted a garden wedding and there is no better garden than the one in my own backyard. It’s spacious and beautiful. My father was a bit disappointed it would not be in a church but I reminded him that a priest would be there. Isn’t God everywhere you look?

Michael was supposed to have lunch with me before my fitting but he came down with a stomach bug. Which is why I went to his favorite restaurant to get him a nice soup. If I hurry, I can drop it off in time to still make my fitting. I was going to reschedule and take care of him but he insisted I keep my appointment. He said his mother would stop by later after she met with her women’s club. I’ll just surprise him. I parked my car in front of his condominium and walked into the lobby with his soup in hand. It’s a good thing he gave me a copy of his keys when he bought the place. This way, I can sneak in and put the soup in his kitchen if he is sleeping. I took the elevator to the top floor and walked to his door. I could hear music playing. That’s odd. When I opened the door, no one was in the living room or kitchen. The music was coming from the bedroom. How can he rest with so much noise? It sounds like he has music and the television going at the same time. I put down the soup and walked over to the bedroom. I opened the door and I froze.

In front of me is my fiancé, the one who promised we would save ourselves for marriage, with my best friend. Is she taking his temperature? No, it actually looks like he’s taking hers.

She was on all fours, with him behind her with his hand fisting her hair. I don’t know what possessed me, but I took my phone out and started to record. Taking advantage of the fact that they didn’t hear me enter the room. “Yes! f**k me Michael!” Kelly screeched like a banchee. “Harder… deeper!” She continued to screech. “Shut up!” He yelled, pushing her face down into the pillow. I slowly backed away and stopped recording. I don’t know what I planned on doing with the video. Maybe I just wanted to make sure that I didn’t pass out and imagine what I just witnessed.

Walking out of his condo, I considered confronting him and her right then and there. What good would that do? Was anything he was going to say convince me to forgive him? I was in the elevator for about a minute or two before I remember I hadn’t pushed the button for the lobby. Tears started rolling down my cheeks and my anger started to rise. Whipping them away roughly, I nearly broke the poor button with the force I jammed it with. That man said he loved me. He agreed that we would both save ourselves for each other. That would be our wedding gift to each other. He was so anxious to marry me, to start our lives together, that he asked me to give up on one of my dreams. Exiting the lobby, I got into my car and sat there. How long has this been going on? I doubt either of them would actually tell me the truth if I asked them. Then again, I doubt I really want to know. All the times he drove her home from my house. He was giving her a ride all right. I can’t be here, be anywhere near them. I called Phoebe and asked her to meet me at my house instead of the dress shop. Stupid wedding. Turning on my car, I sped as far away from the two people who betrayed and hurt me.

By the time I arrived, Phoebe was already outside waiting for me. “What’s going on? Why did you cancel your fitting? You know the wedding is only a mo…” Her blabbering was cut off when I threw myself into her arms and finally allowed myself to cry. “Scar, what happened?” She held me in her arms and soothed me. We started walking, with me still in her arms. When we entered my room, we laid down on my bed while she waited for me to calm down. “He was my first kiss… he…he told me he loved me.” I whimpered like an i***t. I hate that I sound so pathetic. Anyone who knows me knows that’s not me, not at all. The thing is... Nothing prepares you for that kind of betrayal. Your mother leaves you and never calls, you toughen up. Your father leaves for weeks at a time on business, you grow up fast. I only ever allowed a very select few people into my life. People I thought I could trust.

“Michael does love you, Scar. He wouldn’t be marrying you if he didn’t.” She consoled me. “The wedding is off.” I muttered and wiped my tears away. No more tears. I allowed myself to cry, to let it all out. I won’t give him any more of my tears, he isn’t worth it. “He called off the wedding?” Her eyes were wide, and mouth agape. “No, I did.” I affirmed and pulled out my phone. Pulling up the video, I pushed play and threw it on the bed. Phoebe’s eyes went wide when she saw the contents and heard their disgusting groans and moans. “Oh my!” She quickly covered her eyes and pushed the phone away. The video only lasted a few more seconds before it ended. “How could Kelly do that… and Michael…” Tears were forming in her eyes. Phoebe felt my betrayal, my pain. They were, after all, her friends too. Michael was more than just my boyfriend or fiancé. He was part of our little crew. Even more than that, he was part of my family. My father is his godfather. “Don’t cry. They don’t deserve one more tear out of me or you.” I spat. She flinched at my tone. Taking a few deep breaths, I sat next to her and gave her a hug. Aside from my father, she was all I had left. I not only cherished her but also was grateful for her. We have always been there for each other and this is no exception. It made the decision I had to make that much harder.