Izzy jerked away. “Get off of me!”
Trixie narrowed her eyes. “You know what?! Fuck this!” she yelled. “Fuck everyone in this fucking place! I am so sick and tired of the side eyes and the shit talking behind my back. You think I don’t hear it, but I do, and you know what, screw all of you because none of you are perfect!” She stumbled forward, pointing one finger at me and one at Theo. And as she did, my heart jumped out of my chest and hit the floor because I knew what was coming. I knew she was truly, honestly done being around, holding in her juicy information. “Especially the two of you!” she seethed. “You sneaky little sons of bitches! You thought you were so good that no one would ever find out, but I did. And you both are fucking idiots!”
“Trixie!” Theo’s voice was loud as he marched for her, grabbing her arm and pulling her away, but she jerked and twisted out of his grasp. She was quick, rushing in Izzy’s direction.
“Hey, I bet you don’t know that your dad and your best friend are fucking, do you?” Her voice, though slurred, was comprehensible, and it felt like the heart that was on the floor—my heart—was now being stomped on by a stampede of wild bulls.
My body seemed to do nothing, but I wanted to rush forward, tackle Trixie to the ground, and tell Izzy it was all lies. But… but… I couldn’t. I was stuck, not in a trance or a daze. Just stuck.
“W-what?” Izzy’s forehead creased as she turned to face Trixie who was being hauled away by Theo. Theo’s anger lit his face. He was red from head to toe, stalking towards the door and tossing her out.
“Yeah! She’s fucking your dad! Some friend, huh!” she shouted before the door slammed in her face.
Theo didn’t move once he’d slammed it. He just stood there, staring at the back of the glossy brown door.
I was just as motionless. Powerless.
In that moment, as Izzy’s watery, depressed eyes met mine, I snapped out of my stupor and rushed for her. She backed away from me, holding her hands up and warding me off as if I had a contagious disease. “Izzy, I am so sorry,” I whispered, head shaking. “It was never supposed to happen. It was really late, and he needed someone to help him so—”
Izzy held her hand up but said nothing, which was disturbingly rare. I wanted her to speak. Shout! Do anything. Curse me out if it made her feel better. But for nearly one whole minute, she was mute. Theo finally turned around, but he avoided his daughter’s watery eyes, focusing on the floor. Sterling walked past him and out of the condo, leaving the three of us standing there with heavy minds and empty mouths.
“I can’t fucking believe you.” Izzy finally spoke, but the words were far from kind. They were sharp, deadly, and dripping with venom. “You fucking skank! You said you came here for your dad—to help him—but you were here fucking mine all along!?”
“Izzy, I swear it wasn’t like that!”
“No? Really? Then what was it?”
“I did come here for my dad—we were—” I didn’t know how to respond. My tongue was twisted, but my mind was filled with way too many responses. I had always wondered how this day would go if it ever happened. The “if” was what scared me, but when I thought of it, I had so much I could have said to back myself up, but it was much harder than I thought. Nothing felt right—nothing but telling her the shocking truth. The one thing I knew. It was all out of love. Love! That’s what it was, but I couldn’t spill that truth.
“Yeah,” she breathed. “Exactly. Wow.” She shook her head, huffing a laugh that didn’t dare light her soul. “And Dad, you… wow.” She was shocked, finding this information truly unbelievable. “I can’t even fucking believe you would do something like this. With Chloe!? You’re twice her age, Dad! You could be her fucking father! You’re fucking disgusting! Is that what turns you on? Girls that can consider you their dad? Girls my age that don’t know any fucking better?” She scoffed, snatching up her purse and storming for the door. Before she could get there, Theo caught her, spinning her around.
“You’re not driving angry, Izzy. Stay here so we can explain.”
She seemed to blow fire, yanking her arm away and backing up. I moved forward, eyes thick, full of tears and heavy with apologies. “Fuck you, Dad! Fuck you! Now I see why Mom cheated on you! You’re a selfish prick who only thinks about himself! Did you even care to think about how I would feel about this? I’m your only child, and she is—no, was my only friend. And you…” She turned my way, looking at me directly.
“Izzy,” I whimpered. “Please.” Please what, Chloe? Please what!? Say something, stupid! Anything!
“You…” Her head shook, her upper lip curling as she disappointedly shook her head at me. Her voice cracked, and I was sure the ache she felt was all too real. I knew it was similar to the ache I felt… the hurt. The pain. It was hard to bare. “You aren’t a good-hearted person,” she grumbled. “You are a no-good, inconsiderate bitch. You’ve always had the hots for my dad. I always knew it. I just didn’t think you’d take it this far. You knew staying around me would get you closer, didn’t you? You are a little fucking whore, just like your mom! I knew some of her would rub off on you somewhere.”
“Isabelle fucking Black!” Theo’s voice roared. He was angry. Pissed the fuck off. His knuckles had whitened, nostrils flaring with a locked jaw and knitted brows.
Her words were like leather belts, whipping every sensitive part of me. I called her name repeatedly, begging forgiveness, but I wouldn’t be forgiven. She wouldn’t because she didn’t understand… or maybe I didn’t understand. I hurt Izzy. I’d had my heart broken before, but I was certain I’d broken hers that night. She was angry, yes, but she spoke out of raw anger because she trusted me. She loved me and felt like she could talk to me about any and everything.
I would have never taken advantage of my friend, but I couldn’t say I had the right to fuck with Mr. Black. I had no right. And I clearly had no real respect because I went through with sleeping with him many, many times.
“Fuck you, Dad!” She fled.
I buckled when my best friend—ex best friend—stormed out of the condo. Theo was torn, unsure if he should go for me or for Izzy. He debated, peering my way and starting to come, but then he stepped back, looking towards the door.
He ran out the door, calling after his only child, and I fell, my knees hitting the hard floor, tears streaming. I’d cried before, plenty of times. But never like this. Never, ever like this. A gaping hole had formed in my chest. It would be hard to fill. I’d been picked apart, my heart cracking with each withered beat. It was a painful feeling. It hurt… it hurt so damn much. “I’m sorry,” I cried to nobody. “I swear I didn’t want it to happen like this…”
I died little by little.
I hurt.
I died some more.
Imagine blood seeping out of every pore, spilling right from the gash in your heart. Imagine not being able to prevent the bleeding. Can you imagine that pain? Not being able to control something that feels so close, yet something that is so deep inside you that you can’t reach it unless you rip yourself wide open, clawing with raw loathing?
You suffer as you scratch, knowing that soon you will die inside and out because there’s nothing you can do to stop it. You can’t stop the drumming of an emotional, beautiful heart, not unless you stab a dagger of hatred right through the center.
Just imagine that, but bleeding out ten times faster than the average person. Imagine bleeding for lost love, broken hearts, and damaged souls. Imagine feeling nothingness—an unbearable ache that will never be fulfilled.
Can you imagine?
Can you feel it… that very ache that I had no choice but to feel?
I sat on Theo’s floor for what felt like an eternity, folded over, my face buried in my hands. A door shut minutes later and heavy footsteps came my way. They stopped right beside me, and with a gentle grasp, I was pulled up.