Chapter 114: The Same
Chapter 114: The Same
“I know,” Angelina whispered.
“You went through a lot, but so has she. We live together. I can’t take this any longer.” Lily sighed and went to her room. Before closing the door, she suddenly looked straight at her and said, “Do something. Because I fucking don’t know what to do.”
Fuck yeah, that was exactly what she was going to do.
She went to Katherine’s room and knocked. Not getting a reply, she pushed the door to find it open. She frowned and went inside, hoping to see her friend moping.
She was not there.
She peered out of the room. The water in the bathroom was running. She looked back inside the room.
Katherine’s phone was on the bed.
The impulse was overwhelming. One, she didn’t know enough, but hell if she wasn’t going to stand up for her friend.
It was her chance. If anyone thought that Angelina was going to sit silently and see Katherine be cheated on by that internet guy? They were wrong. He wasn’t going to waltz out of Kitty’s life and make her cry.
What a fucking asshole.
Katherine had been there for her when she was horrified over her own situation. if she found out where this guy was based, he would be lucky if she just gave him a piece of her mind.
She knew Kitty’s password. Putting it in, she dialed the number and waited. No one picked up. Frustrated, she tried again and again until someone picked up.
What a coward. It had taken him that long to pick up.
“Hello?” someone said from the other side. She didn’t know how this man was supposed to sound, but the voice was nice. Breathless, but nice. She could see why Kitty might have liked him. He had the voice of a sex operator.
“Listen well, you cheating bastard. When I get my hands on you, I’m going to get you by the balls and make sure you never put your cock anywhere near a woman again. How fucking dare you treat my friend like that. She is the sweetest person ever.”
“Wait…” the person on the other side said.
“Don’t you dare interrupt me, asshole.” She sucked in a breath, trying to reign in her anger and form coherent sentences. “You broke my best friend’s heart. She cared about you. No, she loved you and you stomped all over her. So what if everything was over the internet? Her feelings are feelings. And I would bloody well hope that it is the same for you. She found you and you made her smile.”
“You should be scared. You probably know me as the lunatic and you will be right to be scared. I will fuck your life up. Believe me, I will make it my mission to make your life miserable if you don’t get on your knees and apologize for what you have done to my friend. My stilettos are enough to bust your body open.” And she was willing to use all of her precious shoes on this bastard. She didn’t care how good this guy sounded, she would ruin his face. Nobody hurt her friend and walked away from it.
“Uh. You have the wrong guy. I am the bastard’s friend.” She paused. “Also, the guy is a mess. What did your friend do to him?”
How dare he pin everything on Katherine! What a typical misogynistic response.
“Excuse me? She didn’t do anything. He was in a relationship and led my friend to believe that they were a thing. He pretended to be single. What kind of two-timing asshole is he?”
“Excuse you, Miss-shout-my-lungs-out. He doesn’t have a girlfriend or a wife and your friend got everything wrong. The girl was his friend. I don’t think your friend listened but MY friend wouldn’t cheat.”
Angelina became quiet.
“Friends?”
“Yes.”
Wow, this was complicated. What fucking fools were they? Ruining a good thing with a misunderstanding.
“He didn’t tell her anything about her being wrong, either.”
“Oh? Maybe he was pissed off that she would jump to conclusions!” Angelina gritted her teeth. She simply didn’t know the details to fight back.
“He is an asshole for making her miserable…” she trailed off, sounding petulant.
“Hey, don’t call him that!” the guy on the other side protested. “But tell me something. Does she like him?”
“Of course she did. You could see it in how badly she was affected.” It was a match on who could defend their friend better.
“Don’t get loud again. I don’t know your friend… just like you don’t my friend. He is beyond upset and your friend is the reason. We are both protective of them and… what is your name?”
“Angelina… continue.”
“You have a lovely name. I wish we had met under different circumstances.” She scoffed.
“I am not interested in your charm. Spill now.” She walked up to the door and checked if the water was still running.
“He’s lonely. He thinks no one notices, but I do. His life is strict and careful, if not monotonous. He doesn’t really go out or party unless it is for work and he doesn’t get into relationships or hook up randomly. He let your friend in because she made him feel things and it was an experience of freedom for him. He thought he finally found someone he could talk to without being afraid.”
Angelina didn’t know shit about this guy but she felt a little sorry for him when she heard his side of the story. But how could she forget how far this would set back her friend who had been through a lot herself.
“She’s the same. Kind of. She has had her fair share of bad guys and it angers me that she is hurt again.”
The guy laughed. “If they really like each other…”
“Oh, yeah. She likes him. She looks much worse than when her ex cheated on her.”
“Then why is she going on a date with someone?” he countered.