Chapter 24 Accusations
I blink my eyes, sure there is some sort of mistake! My eyes are blurry from unshed tears, but what I'm seeing is clear as crystal... One that has shattered my heart into a million pieces and left me alone to pick it back up.
One moment Rick had been telling be about my parents cut break lines, and then next I'm staring out the window, watching my boyfriend who is supposed to be with his aunt all over a leggy blond. His hands are on her ass and her hands are in his hair. His tongue is shoved down her throat like he's fishing for gold... Like he's done this for a long time.
He pushes her up against the wall, near a darker door, shoving his thigh between her legs. She pulls him down closer and is practically dry humping him out in public! It's obscene!
People pass them, trying not to look, but I can see the disgust on their faces as they rush by them.
My stomach drops down to the pits of hell. I've never felt so betrayed before in my entire life. My heart slows in my chest, replaced by an ache I've only experienced when I lost my parents.
For one second I let the pain consume me, before changing it to anger. He is out there with some blond while he told me his aunt was sick? For the whole weekend? And he wasn't even able to call me! He'd been playing me for a fool this whole damn time!
"WHAT THE HELL?!" I growl out, digging my fingers into my palms, trying to distract my heart with another kind of hurt. He didn't deserve the pain ripping through my chest right now! He doesn't deserve a damn thing!
My heart is pounding so hard right now. My emotions are a mix of disbelief, anger, hurt, pain and confusion. I don't know if it's from this new info Rick gave me (I'm not even sure how he found this out, or why he is bringing it to me right now) or the fact my 'boyfriend' is cheating on me in broad daylight!
"Is there something wrong, little dancer?" Rick asks softly, reaching across the table to take my fist in his warm hand, giving me a slight squeeze of comfort. "I'm sorry I told you about your parents. I didn't mean to upset-"
But this fury isn't from him! I don't want him to feel guilty about telling me about my parents. I just wish it didn't coincide with the show before me! I would love to hear how the hell he learned about this at a different time... But right now there is something more pressing than a cold case.
I cut him off. "It's not you, Rick! Thank you for telling me... I'll have to get back to you on that," I swallow down the bile as I watch the raunchy display across the street. "Its... my boyfriend," I hiss out, nodding to the man groping another woman's body.
"Your boyfriend?" Rick asks, looking perfectly confused, before turning his head to the other man. "That's your boyfriend?" he said, sounding disgusted.
He's not the only one!
"I'm sorry. I gotta go," I hiss out, pushing out of my booth seat and storm out of the cafe. I feel bad for cutting our meeting short, but I really gotta take care of this before I lose my nerve! If I wait to confront him, he'll deny it. This needs to be done now!
I barely look across the street to make sure no cars are coming before I march across the street and pull the blond from my man, before I slap the bastard across the face.
"THIS IS HELPING AUNT ANNA ALL WEEKEND?!" I demand. "THIS is why you couldn't call me all weekend? Why you had to disappear? Why you wouldn't even respond to a damn text?!" I snarl out pointing to the hussy.
James looks shocked. "Josie, baby... This... isn't what it looks like?" he finishes lamely. I wonder if he knew it sounded as pathetic as it did.
"It isn't what it looks like? The man who promised to marry me is kissing some chick on the street in front of the whole damn town isn't what it looks like? Then tell me JAMES! WHAT THE HELL DOES IT LOOK LIKE AND IF IT ISN'T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, JUST WHAT EXACTLY IS IT?!" I demand.
"Who's the trash?" snarls the blond. "Just ditch her baby. We've got things to do... We weren't finished," she says, slinking closer to James before wrapping her arm around his like he belonged to her.
"Britt, baby... Now is not the time," he mumbles, before looking at me with something that looked like regret. "Jo, baby. This is nothing! I swear... But what the hell are you wearing?" he demands, pointing right at me, an accusation written on his face.
What the hell is he complaining about?