Danger looms
(Ashley)
"You're unbelievable, Ashley!" Evelyn rants as we step into the house but I paid her no mind, walking in and replaying everything in my head.
"So the real reason you asked we step out this night is to stalk Dean?" She spat, her voice rising slightly in a pitch.
I clench my fist beside me, stopping abruptly. Believe me, Evelyn is getting on my last nerves, I just can't wait for Kendra to get back, jezz!
I turn, fixing her with a hard look. "So?" I spat, clearly triggered.
She crosses her arms, her jaw set in a way that tells me she isn't leaving this alone. "You shouldn't have done that, it's wrong!" She replies, her gaze softening and then she takes a few step forward. "Look, Ashley. It's not too late to stop, you have to—,"
I cut her off sharply. "Never!" I blurted out, my eyes blazing with anger. "I will never leave Dean for that bitch, he's mine and I won't let anyone get in my way," I say sternly, my voice loud and clear.
Evelyn chuckles, her eyes slowly meeting mine. "He was never yours, need I remind you how you got him in the first place?" She throws the words at me, unfiltered. "You've done enough already, let this go," she insists.
I give a hollow laugh. "Let this go?" I repeat, my voice not missing my irritation at her utterances. "Don't you see how stupid that sounds? How are we even friends?" I let out, my anger bubbling over.
Evelyn's giving me more and more reason why I shouldn't keep this friendship, why I need to cut her off. I mean, we've never judged her, even when she was fucking her sister's husband, and now she turns around to judge me. That's rich!
Sometimes I wonder why I still keep her around, but she wasn't like this, she used to be overambitious, fierce and that kind of girl that knows what she wants and goes for it, just like me, we clicked and ever since then we've been friends.
This new Evelyn pisses me the hell off, but Kendra is nothing like her.
Her voice pulls me back to earth. "I say it like I see it, and I don't want you to live with guilt, why not learn from my own mistake?"
I laugh briefly. "So now you think you can judge everyone else?" I ask, my eyes pinned on her. "You're in no position to do so, nothing can change who you are, not even the goddamn preaching!"
"Fair enough," she mutters, her eyes darting on me. "But I'm not judging you, I'm only looking out for you, Ashley." Her voice lowers, looking at me for some sort of understanding but she found none.
"I don't care, just stay out of my business, I just can't deal with your meddling. Kendra is better off," I let the words out.
She rolls her eyes, taken aback for a moment and then she snorted. "You think?" She raises her eyebrows in question but I don't miss the hint of sarcasm in it.
"Yeah, not a killjoy and ingrate like you are," I taunt.
"Of course she won't tell you straight up, she's only friends with you because of money, the luxury shopping, the vacation, you basically fund her lifestyle,"
"You say that like you don't get some," I have a smug smile when I say this.
"I make my own money, surely I can afford whatever lifestyle I desire," she counters, her voice firm.
Well, about Kendra. That might be true but she's loyal and always at my beck and call, I often belittle her just so she doesn't get too comfortable, unlike Evelyn who runs her own brand.
And most of the time Evelyn's guts gets on my nerves.
Evelyn looks up at me, her resolve clear. "Look, let's not deviate, my point is you're going to make a big mess of this, stop this now, you know why?"
I hold her gaze. "Because at the end of the day you know who has his heart," she blurted out, unfiltered.
That did it for me. Anger coursed through my veins in hot, fiery bouts at her utterance.
Fed up, I look her straight in the eyes and blurted out. "Leave," I mutter, my voice turns serious, dead serious.
Taken aback, she looks at me like she couldn't believe what she's heard. But I keep a straight face, a clear sign that I wasn't bluffing.
She cast me one last glance and mutters. "Fine," she replies with a voice that's a little tight and then she turns her back on me, slamming the door shut.
Good riddance!
When all of this is settled, I'll sure come for her, deal with her in a way she's never imagined but right now I have a bigger fish to fry.
And that's Bella, a thorn in my path.
I walk over to the mini bar in my living room, pouring myself a drink.
I take a few sip, my grip tightening on the glass.
Dean's still very much into her, I've always known and that's a hard pill to swallow. He went to see her, I saw him walk into that building and out of it.
And now I fear he knows about his kids, and that's unsettling because it'll complicate things moving forward.
He'd want to be part of their lives again and where does that leave me?
After everything I've done to tear them apart. I can't lose, never.
I won't let her used those silly brats as excuse to get to Dean. The fact that Judy says they look so much like Dean makes me despise them even more.
But Judy would have my head if anything happens to those brats, they're her blood after all.
I tilt my head thoughtfully, getting an inkling of what I need to do, I roll my eyes a little excited.
I take another sip, a smirk creeping up my face.
In all of this, one thing stands out, we have just one enemy and that's Bella.
If l can get her out of the way, permanently this time, I won't have any obstacle in my path.
If I could do it before, then I'd do it again, even much better this time.
Desperate time calls for desperate measures.
If I don't want to lose Dean to that shameless bitch then I need to act fast.
I won't get Judy involved in this, mainly because I fear she won't give in.
And when I eventually have Dean to myself, I can slowly get rid of those little brats without raising suspicion.