Chapter 44 Sienna
Chapter 44
Sienna
“You need to leave.”
“Sienna, you’re being ridiculous. No offense, but I wouldn’t fuck Lucy.”
She hurls a shoe at him and misses. “I can’t do this, Adam.”
“Do what? Why are you being so dramatic?”
She unbuttons her shirt, too royally pissed to wash her face or brush her teeth, and slides into her pajama bottoms. “I honestly can’t listen to you.” She heads toward the door and flings it open, dropping F-bombs that ricochet off the walls. “Get out.”
He’s undressing, oblivious to the finality in her tone. And that’s always been their problem. Nothing she says computes in his tiny brain. This is the lowest of the low. Adam has always been about one person: Adam. And now he’s destroyed her and Lucy’s long-standing friendship.
“You need to get out of my sight,” she says.
“Sienna, it was nothing.”
“How dare you? How dare you say it’s nothing when it involves my best friend? How could you take the one person who mattered to me more than anyone else?”
“Lucy’s always had this frisky side to her. It was hardly—”
“You’re disgusting.”
Frenetic, she opens drawers and starts flinging his shorts and T-shirts into the hallway. When that doesn’t satisfy her, she heads to the closet and rips his shirts and pants from their hangers, tossing them through the open doorway.
“Hey! Those are expensive.”
“Get out, Adam. Get the fuck out. I don’t want to look at you.”
This is when she realizes the bold move she’s about to make. How has she not seen it? She’s going to leave him. She has to leave him. She can’t bear to be in his presence. It has slowly been building, but tonight is the last straw.
“Just go. Take your shit with you.”
“Where am I supposed to go, Sienna? You’re being ridiculous.”
“You’re right. Putting up with your bullshit all these years is ridiculous. I don’t even know who you are anymore. Do you know what people say behind your back?” She doesn’t wait for an answer. “‘Adam Kravitz is a douche.’ They call you a fucking douche. They laugh at you. They think you’re pompous and pretentious. And grating. They call you a sniveling, little, insecure dick, because you have to be lacking any shred of confidence to put on these shows all the time to impress people wherever you go. Well, I’m not impressed. Get out.”
And with one small shove, he’s on the other side of the threshold, and she’s slammed the door, locking it behind her. She backs up to it, shaking, and slowly drops to the floor to hug her knees. She’s been so caught up in her rage she didn’t realize how the weather had taken a turn. Outside, the lightning bathes the property in light. Thunder dances along the roof. Shit.
“I need my toothbrush,” he yells.
“Hygiene is the least of your problems,” she shouts back.
The rain picks up, and the thunder vibrates the walls and windows.
“The power’s going to go out tonight, Sienna. Then what are you going to do?”
She tries to tune him out, but she feels the tick of her heart.
Lucy. Her best friend. Her sister.
She hugs her knees tighter, and the lights flicker.
“Hello, darkness,” she says to herself. You are not going to break me.