32. Ball Babe?
32
BALL BABE?
Cara
To hell with this. It was time for me to leave. Not just Merryville, but perhaps a part of me behind too.
I might tell you that you’ve got the wrong idea of me, that we all do terrible things every day, and that you’re no different. But that’s not entirely true. Yes, I do terrible things, but the fact is, I enjoyed doing them. That, at least, I can admit to. Can you?
And why change when you always get what you want? The thing was, though, I wasn’t so sure I did get what I wanted anymore. Or even what it was I wanted in the first place.
I was shockingly brilliant at being a thorn in people’s lives, but that was proving to be a lot less fun than it used to be. Because, like I already said (keep up, will you?), I always got what I wanted.
But Solly, Hayden, somehow all of them were now getting everything they wanted. And maybe, if I really care to think about it, this time I hadn’t .
I mean, Hayden and that goofy teacher, what the heck was up with that? Those gooey eyes they were giving each other all night at the ball were beyond nauseating. Then I’d heard them stumbling in that night like lovestruck teenagers, despite my best efforts.
On the bright side, she would be better for Maiden than I ever would be, and that kid deserved the world. One I couldn’t give him. Too selfish. Too unmotherly. I can admit that too. But don’t think I’m so cold that I don’t care.
And look, it’s not that I didn’t want Hay to be happy either, but not if I wasn’t. And I hadn’t been for a while. Happy, that is. So, sure, maybe I made things a little hard for him sometimes, and you can judge me all you want for that. But he’s a goddamn hockey player! He could handle a little rough and tumble, couldn’t he?
Then, of course, there was that whole drama with Solly. Who I’d helped out, but only after I’d helped myself to him first. Now he’d gone crawling back cowering to that neurotic and jealous wife of his. All of it made me feel like I really wasn’t on my game anymore.
But, if they can change, I can too. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not softening up. When one door closes, another opens, and there’s a new door already opening on the West Coast for me. I’m about to board for LAX, where Logan Beattie will be picking me up. Yes, THE Logan Beattie. What’s the baseball equivalent of a puck bunny anyway? A ball babe? Well, whatever it was, I was about to find out. It was time to move on to something new.
Maybe you’ll think I’m delusional ( I really couldn’t care less by the way ) , but in a funny way, I’d helped all this come about, hadn’t I? So give credit where it’s due. Everyone is happy because of me . Queen Cara. So, I’ll gracefully accept your applause right now .
Perhaps we’ll see each other again, when you’re handing me my coffee, packing my groceries, trying to clean my windscreen at traffic lights, or whatever it is you regular people do. Hey, we can’t all be me.