inside of me. This wasn’t what I expected to see when I walked into my boyfriend’s house for the first time. Was this something I would have to get used to?
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Bentley yelled, trying to be heard over the woman’s shrill voice. He removed her hands from his body and his arms flew up to block her flailing arms. “Do I even know you?” he asked his face showing that he was genuinely shocked and confused by this sudden outburst. Whoever she was, he clearly didn’t know her.
“Is this for real? You don’t remember me? Molly from the City?” Bentley’s face morphed from confusion to worry and understanding. His eyes were darker than normal when he looked over at me to see my reaction.
I just stood there like a deer in headlights. I had no clue what I was witnessing or who she was. Clearly, it meant nothing to him because he couldn’t even remember her.
I found the nearest chair and sat down crossing my legs, listening to them hash it out. It was more like watching a scene unfold on television than a scene in my own life.
“I’m sorry, I was kind of in a rough place when I was in the City: I’d had a little too much to drink. I apologize for not remembering you, Molly, but that doesn’t explain why you’re in my living room.”
Bentley was clearly being as nice as he could. I could see the tick in his jaw, a sign he was desperately trying to keep from blowing a gasket.
“I thought I would drop in to see you. It’s been a month or so and I was in the area,” she said as though it was a normal occurrence. I couldn’t help but think this Molly chick was completely off her rocker. Bentley didn’t even remember her and yet there she was, freaking out in his apartment for running off on her.
“Well Molly, it was nice to see you as well, but I have company this evening. I am sorry if I led you on at all, but I have a girlfriend now.” He glanced in my direction again with a slight nod. I wasn’t sure if it was to impress on Molly that I was his girlfriend and she was causing an uncomfortable scene in front of me or to see if I had run for the hills, which I was moments from doing.
I wasn’t sure if this woman was going to burst into tears or try and kill Bentley, but I didn’t want to stick around to find out. I turned to walk towards to door and slip out when I felt a hand grab my upper arm. Andrew had a tight hold on my arm as he whispered into my ear “Please don’t go anywhere Charlotte, he loves you and this bitch is absolutely insane, I promise you.” He was pleading with me on his friend’s behalf. I appreciated what he was saying, but I couldn’t stand there and watch that. I needed fresh air. I needed the comfort of my own home. I needed time to think. But above everything else, I needed to get the hell away from that nutcase red-head who was single-handedly ruining the best thing in my life. As I walked out the front door, I heard the confrontation inside grow louder.
“What does she have that I don’t?” She questioned Bentley. All I could think to myself was, ‘Well I’m sane for one thing .’
I started walking, Drew following me from a safe distance. I knew he was there, but I didn’t acknowledge him. I wasn’t ready to go home. I didn’t know where I was going, only that I just needed to walk. The dark streets of Boston might not have been the best place to free my mind but I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly just then. The only danger I was concerned with had long red hair and bad shoes.
I found a bench in a small park up the road from Bentley’s apartment. I’d only been walking for about ten minutes, but it felt like hours. Drew sat down next to me and started talking, but I cut him off, raising my hand in his direction.
“Drew, before you even start... I want you to know I’m not mad. I know he has a past, we all do. But I couldn’t stand there and watch that.” With that out of the way, I let him speak his peace.
“While that’s
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Bentley yelled, trying to be heard over the woman’s shrill voice. He removed her hands from his body and his arms flew up to block her flailing arms. “Do I even know you?” he asked his face showing that he was genuinely shocked and confused by this sudden outburst. Whoever she was, he clearly didn’t know her.
“Is this for real? You don’t remember me? Molly from the City?” Bentley’s face morphed from confusion to worry and understanding. His eyes were darker than normal when he looked over at me to see my reaction.
I just stood there like a deer in headlights. I had no clue what I was witnessing or who she was. Clearly, it meant nothing to him because he couldn’t even remember her.
I found the nearest chair and sat down crossing my legs, listening to them hash it out. It was more like watching a scene unfold on television than a scene in my own life.
“I’m sorry, I was kind of in a rough place when I was in the City: I’d had a little too much to drink. I apologize for not remembering you, Molly, but that doesn’t explain why you’re in my living room.”
Bentley was clearly being as nice as he could. I could see the tick in his jaw, a sign he was desperately trying to keep from blowing a gasket.
“I thought I would drop in to see you. It’s been a month or so and I was in the area,” she said as though it was a normal occurrence. I couldn’t help but think this Molly chick was completely off her rocker. Bentley didn’t even remember her and yet there she was, freaking out in his apartment for running off on her.
“Well Molly, it was nice to see you as well, but I have company this evening. I am sorry if I led you on at all, but I have a girlfriend now.” He glanced in my direction again with a slight nod. I wasn’t sure if it was to impress on Molly that I was his girlfriend and she was causing an uncomfortable scene in front of me or to see if I had run for the hills, which I was moments from doing.
I wasn’t sure if this woman was going to burst into tears or try and kill Bentley, but I didn’t want to stick around to find out. I turned to walk towards to door and slip out when I felt a hand grab my upper arm. Andrew had a tight hold on my arm as he whispered into my ear “Please don’t go anywhere Charlotte, he loves you and this bitch is absolutely insane, I promise you.” He was pleading with me on his friend’s behalf. I appreciated what he was saying, but I couldn’t stand there and watch that. I needed fresh air. I needed the comfort of my own home. I needed time to think. But above everything else, I needed to get the hell away from that nutcase red-head who was single-handedly ruining the best thing in my life. As I walked out the front door, I heard the confrontation inside grow louder.
“What does she have that I don’t?” She questioned Bentley. All I could think to myself was, ‘Well I’m sane for one thing .’
I started walking, Drew following me from a safe distance. I knew he was there, but I didn’t acknowledge him. I wasn’t ready to go home. I didn’t know where I was going, only that I just needed to walk. The dark streets of Boston might not have been the best place to free my mind but I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly just then. The only danger I was concerned with had long red hair and bad shoes.
I found a bench in a small park up the road from Bentley’s apartment. I’d only been walking for about ten minutes, but it felt like hours. Drew sat down next to me and started talking, but I cut him off, raising my hand in his direction.
“Drew, before you even start... I want you to know I’m not mad. I know he has a past, we all do. But I couldn’t stand there and watch that.” With that out of the way, I let him speak his peace.
“While that’s
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