“Anna.”
“Dee, are you there?” she says, sounding panicked.
“I’m here,” I reply.
She blows out a breath with relief. “Oh, thank God. Where are you?”
“I’m going home, Anna,” I say, my voice completely void of emotion.
“What do you mean?”
“Colt doesn’t need me or want me. I was kidding myself, thinking that he could love me. I’m such an idiot.” I stand and walk over to my luggage, taking the handle in my free hand.
“You are not an id—”
“Where is she? Is that her?” Colt is barking in the background, effectively interrupting her.
The phone sounds muffled, then Anna comes back on the line. “Dee, you love Colt, you know you do, and deep down in your heart, you know he loves you too. Are you really going to throwthat all away? Are you going to letJessi-the-slagwin and get her hands on the one person you love most in this world?”
“If he wants Jessi, then he’s welcome to her. I’m done. I don’t want sloppy seconds, thirds, thousands, or however many times he’s had her. They’ll be great together.” I end the call, knowing I am being childish, but I can’t help myself. As I pace the floor, my anger simmers, and my breathing becomes quick and shallow. I’m infuriated, and all I want to do is break something.
“Ahhh,” I scream at the top of my lungs.
I walk over to the television remote and throw it as hard as I can against the wall. It smashes in half, and I watch it break, then tinkle in parts like rain to the floor.
I want more.
Picking up the nightstand lamp, I throw it against the wall, and it shatters. Laughter escapes me in a rush of manic excitement. So I pick up the other and throw that one as well.
I am officially going insane!
This must be what it feels like when you go crazy.
But it doesn’t stop me.
My eyes focus on the large-screen television, but then I think better of it as tears fall down my cheeks.
I’ve seriously lost reality.
I look around the room at the destruction.
How can one person make me feel like this?
Sitting on the bed, I wipe my eyes. Then, the realization of this entire situation hits me.
I love him.
I have tofight!
The thought of losing Colt drives me crazy,literally.
How can I give up on him?
I pick up my phone and dial Anna, who answers on the second ring. “Dee, where are you? Are you okay?” She is clearly panicking.
“I’m fine. I’ll meet you at the club for the after-party,” I say, then end the call abruptly.
Pulling my sweater off, I walk to my luggage and open the case. Then I yank out that ‘special dress’ I bought just for Colt. The little black, one-shoulder, shorter-than-should-be-legal, sparkly dress. If Jessi wants my man, then I’m going to fight damn hard to keep him. I slip off my Converse and jeans, shimmying the dress on. It hugs me in all the right places and shows off my legs.
