Page 47 of Friends That Heal Us
“Violet, we didn’t raise you to treat someone like this,” my dad says.
Oh my god. I want to scream so badly. I don’t even know where to begin. What do I say? How do you tell your parents your husband is a lying piece of shit that cheated on their daughter?
“Violet,” my mom says. “Is this true?”
“No, Mom, it isn’t. That piece of shit cheated on me. And guess with who. Rya.”
I hear them both gasp.
“That motherfucker,” my dad says.
“When did this happen?” Mom asks.
“It started on our birthday trip we all took to Vegas.”
I hear shuffling in the background. “What do you mean it started? It was more than once?” Dad asks.
“Yes. It lasted a couple of months, and then I found out.”
“Oh, honey. How are you? How’s Ezra?” my mom asks, her voice laced with hurt.
I look out my window and watch as cars pull in and out of the lot. People are walking into the stores as if it’s a normal day. When will my days be normal again? It’s strange how the world keeps moving while mine feels like it’s on fire. It’s hard to dig myself out of this fire when it keeps being lit.
The sun blazes high above, glaring through the windshield, burning against my skin. Sweat beads at my temples, my body already hot from everything running inside me. The heat presses down, making my already pounding pulse throb even harder. It’s like the sun itself is mocking me, reminding me that there’s no escaping this dumpster fire.
“I don’t know how to feel anymore. Zayn won’t leave me alone, hence why he called you two to cause more drama that he started. It’s like he’s pissed at me for not going back to him, so now he’s trying to destroy everything and make me look like the bad guy.”
“That motherfucker. When I see him, I’m going to shove my fist so far down his fucking mouth he won’t be able to speak another word about you.”
I giggle under my breath at my dad’s words. I wish he were here to knock some sense into this dumbass.
“Is that why Ezra is living with you? He told us Ezra was living there and that you two kicked him out?”
“Jesus Christ. When did he say we kicked him out?” I ask.
“Last night.”
“Ugh.” I groan. “He is seriously making my life a living hell. He left on his own free will after I found out about him and Rya. This was about a month ago. And now he’s pissed off that I won’t take him back and Ezra is living with me. Now he’s starting even more drama.”
“I always knew that motherfucker was a drama queen,” I hear my dad say in the background.
I’m kind of taken aback by his words. Was I the only one blinded by him?
My mom clears her throat. “It’s the guilty ones who always act out like that.”
“I know. All Ezra and I are doing is trying to move on. If it weren’t for him, I would be a bigger mess than I am. He’s been helping me through all this. So I asked him to move in with me since he didn’t want to stay at his place he shared with Rya.”
“Oh my. Why didn’t you tell us when all this happened? We would have canceled our trips and come home to be there for you.”
Sometimes I wish I weren’t an only child. In times like these, I could fall back on someone. I guess that’s why I cherished my relationship with my friends so much because they were like siblings to me. Sometimes I would watch them with their siblings, and I wished I had that. But my wishes turned into reality with my friends.
“I don’t know. I was so hurt and confused I didn’t know where to turn.”
I hear shuffling in the background and my dad saying, “I’m going to fuck this motherfucker up.”
“We can still cancel our trips and come home to be with you.”
“No, it’s okay.”
