The Things You Don't Know
Chapter Four, Part
2
"WHAT IS THIS ABOUT??!" I screamed at Matt as I reached
the kitchen.
Matt's eyes grew wide as he
whispered, "where did you get that?"
"Lucy!"
"Oh God... Oh no... No no no... Did
she tell you?..."
"Duh! How could you let her go
through with this?!"
"She said you were unhappy... That
you needed to be away from fights and pain of not seeing
James..."
"SO YOU LET HER BREAK US UP TO BE
WITH HIM?!" I couldn't hold back anymore.
"I had no clue Emily...
I-"
"LIAR! YOU KNEW SHE LIKED HIM!! SHE
TOLD YOU SO AND YOU LET HER DO IT!!"
"But James told you ab-"
"I DON'T CARE! HE LET HER KISS
HIM!"
"Emily... She likes
him..."
"NO! YOU DON'T GET IT!
SHE'S BEEN JEALOUS SINCE WE GOT TOGETHER THREE YEARS
AGO!"
"I... Didn't know that part...
But as soon as I found you, I got together to fix you... I
didn't want you to crash and burn..."
I had no words. I felt so many things.
Finally I came up with, "I'm sorry. You didn't do
anything wrong. But, why did she come to
you?"
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My phone buzzed
beside me on the couch, and when I pulled away to look at it, it
was Emily.
"Hey, you home?" it read.
I replied, "yeah why?"
His eyes slowly opened, and he held my
chin and said, "kiss me again Katy."
I looked at my phone again after another
kiss, and it said "Be there in 10".
"James, hun, you need to go.
She's coming."
He sighed and said "alright. See
you later Katy," and he winked at me before walking out the
back door.
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"Because
he's a stupid jock that I figured could humiliate you by
being with you and dumping you in front of everyone at the
Thanksgiving game next week."
I couldn't even let myself cry. I
said, "how long. How long have you had this planned out
Kathleen?"
She laughed, stepped forward, and
smacked me. "One, don't call me that. Two, since you got
with him honey! Didn't you see he'd turn on you with a
single temptation?"
I held my face as I stared coldly at
Katy. "Go ahead, he's all yours."
"Oh darling, he's been all
mine. And Matty's gonna dump you when he hears about his swet
little Emily being an abused crybaby. Then you'll really be
alone."
And then I smacked her. She fell to the
floor laughing hysterically. "By the way Emily, remember
your brother? Remember poor Michael? Well three years ago, when
he got in the car and left, he was driving here to flip on me.
His fiancé found out he made out with me and called
everything off. So that car crash? Was MY FAULT."
And she laughed. I leaned down and
started to punch her. I don't have much upper body strength,
so I started kicking her. She didn't care. She went on and on
about how she's always hated me and has been dying to get
back at me so that my "perfect" life would crumble.
"PERFECT? My father left when my
brother died! And my mother took up drinking and always beats me!
Every Friday she gets drunk and every Saturday stocks back up on
alcohol! My life is terrible thanks to you!"
"Good. You're not a princess,
sweetheart, realize that now."
I gave her one last kick to the face and
walked out of her house.
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