UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 241 – 250
By Goddy Francis
“Hi, Les…” I greet her with a fake smile.
I close the door as they walk in. Alexa looks exhausted as she carries the pizza box to the kitchen.
“So, what are you doing here, Leslie?”
“Was passing by, just decided to drop by,” she says. Maybe she needs money. Obviously.
I nod as Alexa returns. She slumps down on the couch and takes a deep breath.
“I wanna ask you something,” I tell Leslie. She looks at me and nods.
“Did you tell Freddie to rape me because he didn’t like you?” I ask her as Alexa whips her head toward us.
She stands up at once and walks over. Leslie looks pale.
“No way… did you?” Alexa asks.
“Uh… I…” Leslie stutters.
“Oh my fuck. How could you?” Alexa yells.
“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to. It wasn’t intentional. I was—”
“Jealous. You were jealous of me. You know, I never thought you could do that to me even if you’re capable of it.”
“I’m really sorry, Ariel,” Leslie pleads.
“You should leave.” I sigh and open the door for her.
“Ariel, I didn’t mean to,” Leslie says.
“Leslie, get the fuck out,” Alexa yells at her, pushing her out and shutting the door.
“God… how could she do that?”
I bite my bottom lip and sit down on the couch opposite the TV.
“How did you know?” Alexa asks.
“Freddie told me. We met at church,” I say and shrug.
“I’m so sorry,” she says, and I nod.
I just wanna go out and party. This sucks. My life sucks.
“It’s fine. What happened to you? You look wasted and depressed,” I tell her.
She sighs and chuckles.
“You know, I never thought seeing your ex-fling would be so fuckin’ hard,” she mutters and goes to the kitchen.
“You’re okay? What happened?” I ask her, even though I’m not okay at all. I still feel like shit.
“I’m not. You wanna party tonight? I need to get numb, and I need a friend to hang out with.”
I sigh and nod.
I also need that. Just a few drinks, and I’ll be numb as long as I don’t think about my stupid life. Thinking about Leslie and the shit she did is impossible to forget.
“Then let’s eat up.” She motions to the pizza box as she opens it.
She opens her bag and brings out a gun. I look at it and sit down opposite her on the stool.
“You should have one too,” she says.
I pick it up and bring out the bullet—it’s loaded. I put it back and cock the gun.
“Okay, Mrs. Carter. That’s kinda risky,” Alexa says.
I shake my head and drop the gun back.
“Since we’ll be partying tonight, I suggest we carry guns. We need to buy.”
She says it like it’s something normal. Why would I wanna buy guns when Gray has a bunch of them? And he sells those too.
“Why will we be needing guns?” I ask, picking up a slice of pizza.
“The Russians have gone rogue,” she simply states.
“Really?” I ask her, raising my coffee to my mouth as I drink it.
“Yeah,” she answers and munches on her pizza.
“Damn…”
“Yeah. But we can go to your boyfriend’s for guns—if you’re willing to tell him you are going to a club. You know he won’t let you party,” Alexa says, and I nod.
I really don’t wanna tell him I wanna visit a club today. Tonight, I need to forget the fact that people who claimed they cared about me hurt me so much. I can’t even tell Gray about Sinclair being my father. Maybe not now. He’s going to freak out.
Alexa and I eat as we converse. I didn’t tell her about Sinclair, and I was grateful she didn’t ask. I’m not ready to think about that, or I’ll dive back into depression and depend on pills.
I brush my hair as Alexa applies makeup. I wear black jean trousers and a peach-colored off-the-shoulder crop top with a peacoat. The peacoat was Alexa’s idea, actually. She also wears a peacoat with a leather skirt and a crop top.
UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 241 – 250
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