Eddie: I get that. But this is important and you have been shutting yourself off as soon as we’re back in the apartment.
Eddie: Tell me now. Through text. What’s wrong? What’s going on?
Fia: They’re calling me as a witness.
A witness? For what? Why would she be—oh god.
Eddie: For what?
I turned to look at her as soon as I sent it. Pleasedon’t be it, please don’t be it, I chanted over and over in my head. Her face dropped, and I heard a sniffle.Please. Please let me be wrong!
Fia: The case against Becky. I don’t even know what they could possibly want from me! What was I supposed to do? Or have witnessed?!
That motherfucker! He’s hurt her enough! Now he’s dragging her through this?!
Eddie: Why? Can we turn it down?
Fia: If I turn it down again, there’s a chance I’ll be held in contempt of court.
I wasfucking vibratingwith anger. I sent Amber and Clint a group text.
Eddie: Did anyone know that Fia got a summons to testify? In the case against Becky?
Amber: No! What the hell?! I’ll get on it.
Clint: Are you both alright? Do you need anything, baby?
He was so sweet, just terribly shy about letting anyone outside of approximately five people know it. Thank god for this man. He was amazing in all ways thus far. Him and all of his friends. They accepted us so openly, my sisters and me. They were all so relaxed and chill. I knew this was probably all because of Clint, because he was the one helping bring the hammer down on Fia’s ex, but…I was trying to stay hopeful this could be more. I liked him.
Amber:We’ll get it taken care of. Don’t worry. They don’t need to be harassing her.
“Okay. That’s taken care of. I told Amber,” I sighed, feeling relieved, like one more fire had been put out. I felt even better knowing this one would help her mental health.
“Why? I can handle it on my own!” She snapped at me. She never snapped at me. What the fuck?
“No. You can’t. What else is going on? You’ve barely been functioning. What is going on?”
She completely shut down at that. She put her phone away, crossed her arms and turned towards the window, ignoring me. There had to be something else going on. There was no way she would talk to me right now though.
“I’m your brother. Tell me,please.”
Chapter Twenty-Three:
Devin’s POV
How the hell was I supposed to tell Eddie that Caleb and fucking Bitchy Becky were stopping by my apartment? At least, I think it was them still. Showing up separately. Caleb started showing up, begging me to take him back shit, to marry him again, promising that he could make it right, fix all his wrongs. He even had the audacity to say that we could be a family! After I threatened to call the cops on him, he’d stopped coming around as frequently. It was usually when he was hammered and stumbled here that he would show up anymore.
But I was tired of the bullshit from him! Because that’s exactly what it was. Bullshit. He did it twice. Showing up at my apartment and I’ll be damned if I let him do it again. I wasn’t as stupid as he thought I was. I had all of the recordings saved. I promised I would press charges with the police, pursue a restraining order, whatever I needed, for him to leave me the fuck alone.
And then I hadher, that fucking bitch! She decided that coming to my apartment, atall mother fucking hours of the day and night,was somehow a brilliant idea. I ignored her, and when she didn’t leave, I talked to her through the doorbell cam. I told her to leave or I would call the police. She was only getting a single warning because this bitch went after a married man. My married man. And I had no feelings towards her one way or the other. She made the decision to call the cops when she started shouting at me, calling me everything but a Christian woman, easy. I was on the phone with the police while she was yelling in the hallway that I was keeping her child’s father from her, demanding to know why I was ‘destroying a happy family’!
The scene she caused was so bad that now even my neighbors look at me like I’m a piece of shit. A few of them threw me dirty looks when she got arrested, screaming about being pregnant, and demanding I ‘let him go’.
How the fuck do I tell him that? He’s too protective! And that’s not even the worst part!
Word about this…nuisancehad spread.
Far and fucking wide.
