“I don’t know,” She seemed sincere, but I didn’t want to believe it. Julia always said her mother was her best friend, and best friends confide in each other, right?
“Don’t lie. I know you know!” I accused her, and she glared at me. “Please, Ava, I’m desperate.
“I don’t know. Julia case back strangely from your house. She came back and went straight to her room and hasn’t come out for these days,” she sighed. “What did you do to her, damn it?”
1 swallowed hard.
I… I didn’t do anything!” I defended myself. “I swear, I don’t know what happened. We were fine, and she left, saying she’d be back at night, and she didn’t come
back!”
Ava sighed sadly.
“I’ll talk to her, Ell try again,” she said.
“Please…” I pleaded.
“Now, let’s go inside!” She stepped away from me and went back into her house. I followed her. She went u
went upstairs, probably heading to Julia’s room, and I went tu
I’m suffering
my friend’s wine cellar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey
I downed the drink in one gulp and refilled my glass.
“Take it easy!” John said, getting my attention.
“I need to drink to forget about the problems,” I said, downing another glass,
“When the alcohol wears off the problems won’t have disappeared,” he said, taking the glass out of my hand. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.
Yes. I wanted to. It was a necessity. I needed to talk and vent. I was suffocated by keeping so many things to myself.
“No.“I picked up my glass again and poured myself some more drinks.
“I’m not getting to know you.” John stood in front of me, watching me. “What’s going on with you? You always talked about everything with me, and now you avoid even looking at me.”
It was true. I felt like shit for being in love with my best friend’s youngest daughter. I felt like shit for taking her virginity. Looking at him, it sounded so fake to me. I couldn’t be that cynical.
I’m about to go crazy,” I muttered without looking at him.
“Trouble in paradise?” he asked. He wanted me to vent with him.
“She left me,” I say sadly.
John was silent for long minutes, staring at me.
“Why? What did you do?” he asked
“I don’t know. I don’t remember doing anything that could have hurt her. She just left me and wouldn’t answer me. Completely blocked me. I’m lost!‘ I vented.
But venting to my friend didn’t ease the pain I felt in my chest, on the contrary, it made me feel inven worse for venting to him about my feelings for his daughter
without him knowing.
“If you love, never give up, obstacles are nothing when love is everything.” My friend puts his hand on my shoulder, comforting me.
Would he say that if he knew the woman I talk so much about is his little daughter?
I stayed silent, looking at my fourth glass of whiskey.
“Let’s go o
over there,” he said, pointing to where the barbecue was happening. “Come on!” He gave me a playful tap on the head and walked away.
