Chapter 5
“Wow, fun,” I say under my breath. I walk up and look
out my window. I see a house across the street, which I’m
going to assume it’s Emma and Eric’s house. Did they
get married?
I walk around a little to
find the front door. I open it and walk out. I run up and down
the hallways to try and find a way to get out.
“Looking for
something?” A deep voice asks. He’s looks a little
older, maybe 30 years old.
“Do you know a way out
of here?” I ask him not really looking at him. I just keep
turning my head like an idiot.
“Follow me,” He
says and leads me down the hall and at an elevator. “Which
way?” He asks, but instead of answering, I just press the
down button. “Okay, I guess we are going down.” He says. I smile at him and he gives me
a smile that shows me his white, straight, teeth.
We enter the elevator and he
lets me go first. “Ladies first,” he says. The
elevator had cheap music. Two other people came onto the elevator
and came off on the first floor like me and the guy I just
met.
He walks me out to the front
of the apartment building. “Thank you,” I say and he
replies with the usual, “You’re welcome.”
“What’s your
name?” I ask him.
“Alex, what about
you?”
“Clare,” I reply
plainly.
“Do you want to hang
out sometime?” He asks.
“Yeah, where do you
live?” He tells me his apartment room and then walks
away.
I stand there thinking about
what happened. I walk across the street, looking both ways. This
street is quiet so not many cars have passed by. I take a deep
breath and knocked on the door. It felt like forever before she
opened the door and when she finally did, she said to me,
“I thought you were coming over tomorrow, what are you
doing here?”
“I just, uh, was
lonely,” I said. I was pretty proud of my answer.
“Alright, well, come
in I guess,” She said unenthusiastically. Way to be a best
friend.
Emma looks different. She
dyed her hair black and gained a little wait. I was going to say
something and then I remembered, I’ve seen her before like
this, well, my 33 year old self did. “Where’s
Eric?”
“Probably cheating on
me,” She says like she doesn’t even care. “I
shouldn’t have left my third husband for me,” I look
at her with wide eyes. “What?” She asks
nonchalantly.
"He's your fourth
husband?!" I say with a surprised look on my face.
"Yeah, you were my maid
of honor for all the weddings. How did you forget? Have you been
drinking again?" She asks.
"No, I just
forgot," I said. What happened to my best friend. She looks
like crap and she has had four husbands. Well, I haven't even
had one. Guess four is better than zero.
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