to the front door of the building, passing quite a few people on the way. She's having trouble walking in a straight line, making a spectacle of herself in the process. When we get outside, she turns right and heads towards the far end of the building, away from any possible onlookers that may be lurking around at the moment. Realizing that we are more than well enough away, I stop. "This is as far as I go."
She turns around and just stares at me for a minute. I take the opportunity to casually sip my wine. This seems to bother her since I can tell she has a look of disdain on her face. Now, I'm just plain pissed off. This girl, woman, whore, whatever the hell she is, has the nerve to be upset with me? I mean, really, she has got to be joking!
"Say what you have to say, so I can go back inside and try to enjoy the rest of my evening," I say as nicely as possible to her in the hopes that she'll finally get on with it.
"To who? Tyler?" She laughs as his name escapes her lips, "Really, you couldn't do any better than that, Sabrina?"
I choke on a small giggle at her attempt at an insult, but inside my head I'm thinking back to all those times when we would sit on my bed like lovesick teenagers and fantasize about him. She used to go on and on about him, so to hear her say this is kind of humorous since I know it's eating her up to see him here with me. Not that I planned it, but she certainly doesn't need to know that.
"You don't show your face for ten years, and then all of a sudden you show up here when I told you to stay away," she says with pure hatred in her voice. She takes a second to run her hands through her hair that looks completely disheveled at this point before she continues, "You always thought you were better than me, better than everyone, better than this town. You just couldn't wait to get out of here!"
"What the hell are you talking about, Lisa?"
She smiles at me then says, "You know Chris always wanted me not you, the perfect Sabrina Chandler. He just never had the balls to tell you. That's why we had to sneak around for so long."
She keeps going but not before her smile morphs into a devious grin, "You have no idea how happy I was that you found out the way you did. I bet you cried like a little bitch."
I've heard enough. My blood is boiling and if I let her speak one more second I cannot be held liable for my actions. I take a step towards her and she takes a step back. I'm not a menacing figure at 5'5", about 5'9" in the heels, but I must look that way to her right now from the flash of fear or is that doubt in her eyes?
"First off, your beloved Chris just told me a few hours ago that he's never loved you, that he still loves me," I say to her and let it in sink in before I go on. "Not that I give a shit, but just thought you'd like to know."
"That's a lie," she says quickly.
I can tell by her tone that she knows this to be true. Hell, anyone within a three mile radius can pick up on the vibe that there is something seriously wrong in that relationship.
"Secondly, who the hell do you think you are to tell me where I can and can't go?" I ask her but don't intend to let her answer. "And what kind of person are you that you would trick a guy into staying with you by getting pregnant?" She gasps out loud not expecting me to have known that piece of information. Her eyes are beginning to water, but I don't care, I keep right on going.
"That's right," I say to her and take a step even closer so that we are inches away from each other, "your husband told me all about that one. Bravo, you must be so proud of yourself."
Ten years of pent up hatred finally out of my system. I thought the weight lifted off of me after telling my parents the truth last night was invigorating, but this… this is so much better. In the back of my mind I think that maybe I should have taken it easy on her, but I instantly throw the idea away. Instead, I think of all these years that she has taken away from me. All these
She turns around and just stares at me for a minute. I take the opportunity to casually sip my wine. This seems to bother her since I can tell she has a look of disdain on her face. Now, I'm just plain pissed off. This girl, woman, whore, whatever the hell she is, has the nerve to be upset with me? I mean, really, she has got to be joking!
"Say what you have to say, so I can go back inside and try to enjoy the rest of my evening," I say as nicely as possible to her in the hopes that she'll finally get on with it.
"To who? Tyler?" She laughs as his name escapes her lips, "Really, you couldn't do any better than that, Sabrina?"
I choke on a small giggle at her attempt at an insult, but inside my head I'm thinking back to all those times when we would sit on my bed like lovesick teenagers and fantasize about him. She used to go on and on about him, so to hear her say this is kind of humorous since I know it's eating her up to see him here with me. Not that I planned it, but she certainly doesn't need to know that.
"You don't show your face for ten years, and then all of a sudden you show up here when I told you to stay away," she says with pure hatred in her voice. She takes a second to run her hands through her hair that looks completely disheveled at this point before she continues, "You always thought you were better than me, better than everyone, better than this town. You just couldn't wait to get out of here!"
"What the hell are you talking about, Lisa?"
She smiles at me then says, "You know Chris always wanted me not you, the perfect Sabrina Chandler. He just never had the balls to tell you. That's why we had to sneak around for so long."
She keeps going but not before her smile morphs into a devious grin, "You have no idea how happy I was that you found out the way you did. I bet you cried like a little bitch."
I've heard enough. My blood is boiling and if I let her speak one more second I cannot be held liable for my actions. I take a step towards her and she takes a step back. I'm not a menacing figure at 5'5", about 5'9" in the heels, but I must look that way to her right now from the flash of fear or is that doubt in her eyes?
"First off, your beloved Chris just told me a few hours ago that he's never loved you, that he still loves me," I say to her and let it in sink in before I go on. "Not that I give a shit, but just thought you'd like to know."
"That's a lie," she says quickly.
I can tell by her tone that she knows this to be true. Hell, anyone within a three mile radius can pick up on the vibe that there is something seriously wrong in that relationship.
"Secondly, who the hell do you think you are to tell me where I can and can't go?" I ask her but don't intend to let her answer. "And what kind of person are you that you would trick a guy into staying with you by getting pregnant?" She gasps out loud not expecting me to have known that piece of information. Her eyes are beginning to water, but I don't care, I keep right on going.
"That's right," I say to her and take a step even closer so that we are inches away from each other, "your husband told me all about that one. Bravo, you must be so proud of yourself."
Ten years of pent up hatred finally out of my system. I thought the weight lifted off of me after telling my parents the truth last night was invigorating, but this… this is so much better. In the back of my mind I think that maybe I should have taken it easy on her, but I instantly throw the idea away. Instead, I think of all these years that she has taken away from me. All these
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