(Author's Note: I apologize for the shortness, but I am working on the second part ASAP)
Chad burst in just then, “Hey, guys. I gotta go. I need to make an appointment with a friend about tomorrow.”
“Ryan, right?” Steven asked. Chad nodded, eyes narrowing the tiniest bit at his friend.
“Have fun,” I managed to choke out. I tried to widen my eyes, willing my tears not to spill over. Chad smiled, kissed me on the head and left. A second later I heard the front door open and close.
My tears spilled over just then, but no sobs escaped my tightening throat. My voice was unaffected by my silent crying as I murmured, “What a fool I am…”
“It’s not your fault,” Steven’s hand covered mine and I squeezed it, glad for the comfort. Even if it was a stranger’s comfort.
“I wish I could help,” Steven murmured.
The tears seemed to disappear as I smiled over at him, “Actually…there is something you can do,”
“Is Chad gone?” Steven asked.
“Yep, he left a note on the counter,” I explained as I ushered him in. “Do you want some coffee?” I asked him, gesturing to the half-filled coffee maker. Steven shook his head.
“When is he coming?” I asked.
“He called me just as I was getting in the car,” Steven explained. “He should be here in a couple of minutes.”
There was a brief silence which the latter hurried to fill, “I’m surprised you chose this form of revenge. I thought you would do something less explicit,”
I was just about to reply when the doorbell rang. I hurried to open the door, invite my revenge inside.
