I grimace, but huff. “Why do you always call him that?”
She raises her brow and tips her head to the side. “Was he a dickhead tonight, babe?”
Scowling, I fold my arms over my chest in annoyance. “A very, very big one.”
Sage snorts into her glass of wine, not saying anything in return.
“Okay, so you were right all along. Is that what you want to hear?”
She sighs softly, placing her glass on the coffee table, then reaches out for my hand. “No… not if it means you’re hurting. But I will go over there with my forks and gouge his goddamn eyes out. You just say the word. Iwillgo to jail for you.Iswear it!”
A slow smile crosses my face, at the same time tears prick my eyes, and Sage swallows a lump in her throat. “Hey, c’mere. Give me a hug.”
I lean forward and embrace my best friend. I’ve known her since we were kids back in elementary school, so practically my entire life.
Pulling back from the hug, I sink back down into her sofa, and she narrows her eyes at me. “So just tell me, Marles… what did he do?”
Craning my neck to the side, I rest my head back and blurt it out, “He broke up with me. Kicked me out of the house and said that I have to be civil with him at work.”
Sage furrows her brows at me. “Hmm…”
I roll my head sideways on the sofa to look at her. “Hmm… that’s it?”
Sage is assessing me. She knows me far too well. “Bullshit.”
I turn my head, peering back up at the ceiling, and I huff. “That’s the gist of it anyway.”
“Marley Celeste Wren, I know you better than you know yourself. So you tell me the truth right now, young lady, or I will use that fork on you. I know extraction techniques.” I sit forward, reaching for my wine, and bring my legs up onto the sofa, getting more comfortable. “Oh shit… this is serious,” Sage mumbles under her breath, grabbing the wine bottle and topping up her already empty glass.
“All right, I’ll tell you, butpleasedon’t go apeshit bananas?”
Sage waves her hand through the air dismissively. “I swear.”
“I mean it, Sage.”
She widens her eyes. “I promise, just tell me what the shit did. Is the cocksucker cheating?”
I shake my head. I wish he were. I think that would be easier.
“He ahh… I’m paraphrasing here, but he basically said that I’m not the rightfitfor him anymore.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“That I’ve put on too much weight, and I’m not the right image for him. Also, his friends and family have noticed that my weight is affecting his… I dunno… his fucking standing in society and at work or some shit.”
Sage stares at me, no words escaping her, but I see it, the vein in her neck pulsing, the redness crossing her face.The rage against the machine!
“Sage,” I warn.
She slowly stands from the sofa, gently placing her wine glass down, and I shake my head. “Sage, this is why I didn’t want to tell—”
“That motherfucking, cocksucking, piece of—”
“Sage—”
“No, Marley! Fuck the forks, I’m going to mess this bastard up so fucking hard that he won’t know what hit him. I’m going to fuck with him so bad that he won’t know what’s happening. Mind games… that’s what I am gonna do. I’m going to go intohis home while he’s at work, and move all the furniture, ever so slightly, just enough so when he walks in, he will feel the shift, but not enough that it will be noticeable. The movement will be so slight that he will stub his toes and bang into cupboards. And just when he starts to get used to the shift, in a couple of months, I will go back in and move it all back to its original position, and the chaos will start all over again.”
A slight smirk crosses my lips as I watch her begin to pace the living room floor, unleashing her diabolical plan. “Sage—”
