First off, I want to thank you all for your concern over my fire. Everything is fine now. My cats, my boyfriend and I are all just fine. I have to find a new apartment but that is alright. I'm staying with my mom for now and that is going fine as well. Thanks for all of your support. It really means a lot to me.
Special Friends
Chapter 7: The Death
John's POV
What am I gonna do now? Trish won't talk to me and it's killing me. I can't stop thinking about her. All I can think about is how I feel. How I fell for her. I'm falling in love with her and she won't return any of my calls or text messages. I pick up my cell phone and stare at Trish's number. Should I call her? She just won't answer if I do. I'm sure she's reading her texts though. It's worth a shot. I bring up my keyboard and stare at it. What do I say? Anything? I draw a blank and let my heart talk for itself.
Trish, I know you're avoiding me and I don't blame you. You don't trust me and that is completely understandable. But I swear to you that Mya isn't pregnant. At least not by me. And if proof is what you need to believe me then proof is what I'll give you. I just want you to know that I do care about you and our friendship. And I will do anything I can to keep you in my life. Sorry for what I'm putting you through. I promise things will be back to normal soon. Talk to you later.
My finger hovers over the send button. Hell, what's the worse that can happen? I hit "send" and sit back in my recliner. It's been a few days and it's been quiet. No sign of Mya anywhere. Thank God. I guess I finally got rid of her for good this time. And it's long over due. I can finally have some peace and quiet. I need some time to figure out what I'm going to do with this whole Trish thing.
Trish's POV
I stare at the reply button. Should I? He still hasn't proven anything to me. And that poor girl... he's taken advantage of her and now he won't take responsibility for what he's done. He needs to stop being a little bitch and step up. I told him that and he apparently doesn't understand anything I say. Well, he'll just have to suffer. I'm not going to give him the benefit of talking to me. If he wants to ever see or hear from me again he better be married to that woman. She needs a father to her child and if John isn't willing to do that I'm not going to ever talk to him again. I don't want to be around anyone like my father. That dead beat asshole... I refuse to surround myself with people like him. And if John doesn't like that then he's immature and pathetic. And I don't want someone like that in my life.
John's POV
I hear my mail box open and close. I get up and peek out my front window. The mail man climbs down my stairs and up the porch of my neighbor. Mail time. I open my front door and grab my mail. A brown envelope catches my eye. It's about 18 inches long. What's this? I didn't order any packages. I close my front door and sit back on my couch. I lay my mail out on my coffee table. Bills, bills, and more bills. And then this... I turn the envelope around in my hands. No return address. That's strange. I undo the clasps and break the tape holding the fold down. I reach in and pull out what appears to be a scrapbook. My heart immediately drops. You've got to be fucking kidding me.
On the cover is a picture of me sleeping and a God awfully cropped picture of Mya "cuddling" with me. Are you serious right now? Her photo-shop skills couldn't be any more horrendous. What the hell is she up to? I open the first page to see a picture of Trish and myself in the club where we first met up again. We're dancing and it's clearly obvious we're both drunk. Where the hell did Mya get this picture? Underneath the picture is the caption "You didn't need to be drunk to sleep with me". I close my eyes in disgust. That fucking woman. She's driving me insane. She's been stalking me and taking pictures? What the hell is that all about?
I flip the page to see another picture of Trish and I. This time we're kissing. The first night we slept together? I think so. I'm wearing the same orange Polo. The caption underneath says "The power of our kiss was much more toxic". The next page isn't any better. A picture appears to be from the other day when I took Trish to meet Betty. We're on top of my horse and my arms are around Trish tightly. Her head is thrown back as she's laughing. "If only she knew you were having an affair on me with her, those laughs wouldn't be there".
The next page has a picture of us on the hay stack. We're intertwined and Trish's head is thrown back with ecstasy. Her mouth is formed into an "O" and my face looks tense and concentrated. Taped next to it is a condom. Is that the ribbed condom I used there? The caption reads "You're having sex but not making love." Next to the condom she states "This is proof of lust, not love." I flip the page once more and cringe. Another fucking condom. Jesus, where the hell is she getting them from?
This picture looks like it was shot through my bedroom window. I'm sitting on the edge of my bed wearing boxers. I'm not sure where this one came from but I'm assuming it's after showering because my hair looks wet. Another horribly inserted picture of Mya is present. She's "sitting" next to me on my bed. Where did she even learn to use photo-shop? Seriously, I've seen 5th graders do a better job. If she wants to have a fake photo with me she should do a better job.
The next page had a picture of me. It seems like it was ripped in half. The other half was taped next to it. A picture of Trish was shredded into a million pieces. I'm disturbed seeing this. Is this some kind of threat towards Trish? A huge red "X" is scribbled over top of the already defiled picture. Yeah, it's definitely a threat.
I flip the page to see shreds of glass taped to the paper. A caption explains it. "From your whore's car." I stare at the glass in shock. Did Mya seriously keep pieces of Trish's car to put in this book? Mya done went and lost what was left of her mind. I flip the page to see a picture of Mya sprawled out on my bed naked. When the hell did she take this? She was never inside my house other than the time she broke in to decorate it. She must have broken in when I was at work some day. She's completely naked and she's biting her finger sensually. Next to it is a condom. "This is the condom you used for me. The one that failed and gave us our baby." I shudder in horror and slam the book closed. WHAT... THE... FUCK?
I sit on my couch shocked for what seems like centuries. Where the hell did she get this stuff from? Was she going through my trash? Taking pictures through my windows? Sneaking in my home while I was away? What the hell am I supposed to do? She's taken stalking to a whole other level. This is not normal. I know what I need to do.
An hour later I'm standing on the porch. I take a deep breath and cringe at what I was about to do. I raise my fist to knock but the door swings open on it's own. I look into the eyes of my psycho stalker. Her face lights up.
Mya: Johnny! I knew you'd come! You got my book didn't you? Made you see things from my perspective? (I swallow hard and force a smile onto my face.)
John: Uh... yeah... it did. (My brain does a 360 inside my skull. I never was a good liar but this is just ridiculous. Even my brain cringes at my horrible acting. Mya's smile grows and apparently she hasn't caught on yet.)
Mya: Come in. (She grabs me by the wrist and yanks me into her home. I look around and quiver in my shoes. On the walls are billions of pictures of Trish and I. Trish's head is cut off and replaced by head shots of Mya. Mya points to the walls and glows with excitement.)
Mya: Like it? (I smile as much as I possibly could as my stomach churns from fear.)
John: Uh-huh. (I nod and almost pass out.)
Mya: I knew you would. Here, sit. What's up? (She pushes me down onto the couch and sits across from me. Her eyes are wide and empty. Something is not right in this girl's head.)
John: I have a confession to make. (She twitches slightly and tilts her head to the right. She opens her mouth and shows all her teeth. She pushes them together hard.)
Mya: And what is that? (She speaks through her clenched teeth. She's already angry. Well, she'll get a lot more mad after I tell her this.)
John: I've been having an affair. (She squeezes her lips together and closes her eyes. I just sit and examine her body language. If she makes one sudden movement I swear I'll jump out of her window and run away. She's unstable and I'm sure she won't hesitate killing me if she feels the need to.)
Mya: Uh, yeah. Obviously. (I shake my head no.)
John: Not with who you think. (Her eyes pop open and I jump back. They look like they're glowing. Her eyes, they're glowing red. How the hell is that even possible! I'm freaking out in my mind but on the outside I'm calm and collected. Time to lie your ass off.)
John: It's with Benson. From work. (She arches a brow.)
Mya: A guy?
John: Yes. I think I'm gay. (Again my brain flips around. I'm lying too much, and not well. If I make it out of here alive I'll probably get a hemorrhage just from stress alone.)
Mya: You're gay? (I nod. She takes a deep breath and crosses her arms.)
Mya: But I've only ever seen you with, Trish. (She says Trish's name with hate. Her eyes even seem to shine brighter and angrier with the mention of her name.)
John: Well, that's because I didn't want anyone to know. I'm still, you know, in the closet. (Mya stares at me blankly. She's not buying my story. Shit, I knew I should have never came. She suddenly starts to burst out with laughter.)
Mya: See, that's what you get. (What I get? What is she talking about?)
Mya: You messing around with these sluts made you turn gay. (Oh. I fake a small chuckle to make her think that she was right.)
John: Oh yeah. You're right. (She continues to laugh for another 5 minutes and when she stops she looks at me expectantly.)
Mya: So what are you gonna do about it? (Do about it? About what?)
John: About... oh, you mean, being gay. Well, I was thinking of marrying him. (Her expression turns gloomy.)
Mya: But... we're engaged.
John: I know. But you see, this is something I've been fighting with my whole life. I've always had the urge to be with men so I suppressed it. I'm almost 30, and it's time that I'm finally happy. I think I'm going to come out of the closet and be with Benson. We're in love. (Mya looks like she contemplating it.)
Mya: What about our baby? (I'm glad she asked. I reach in my pocket and pull out a pregnancy test.)
John: I want you to take this. (She narrows her eyes at me.)
Mya: Why?
John: Because I want to know if we're having a boy or girl. (She narrows her eyes even more suspiciously.)
Mya: It doesn't work like that, John.
John: This one does. See, it's special. It's more advanced. You take it when you are sure you're pregnant. This one tells you if it's a boy or a girl. A negative sign means a boy and a plus means it's a girl. (She squints at me unsure. She doesn't seem to believe me.)
Mya: Are you sure?
John: I promise. (She nods and slowly stands up.)
Mya: What about us?
John: If you really are pregnant then I'll do the right thing. I'll be with you once and for all. (Mya smiles once more.)
Mya: Okay. I'll be back. (She takes the pregnancy test and leaves to the bathroom. I sigh from relief. Oh my God. That was close. I thought she wasn't going to believe me. She's so gullible. A pregnancy test that tells you if it's a boy or a girl? Bullshit. Good thing she's too out of touch with reality to realize this. I know exactly what's gonna happen. She's gonna leave and come back out with a negative. She isn't pregnant and I will have tricked her into taking this test. I'm a genius. Mya rushes out of the bathroom with excitement.)
Mya: It's a boy! (She runs right up to me and shows me the test. A negative. Oh, thank God. What a relief. She's not pregnant! My own excitement shows through.)
John: Yes! (Mya grabs me in a huge hug.)
Mya: I'm so glad you're happy about it! (Oh, I am. Just not why you think. Okay, time to execute my next move.)
John: Well, I guess it's time to call it off with Benson. Go wait in the bedroom. I'm gonna give him a call. I'll be right in. (She looks up at me with saddened eyes.)
Mya: Are you gonna break up with him?
John: Yeah, I am. (She smiles and shrugs.)
Mya: Okay, just make it quick. (She runs off to her bedroom and I stare down at the pregnancy test on the table. I pull out a Ziploc bag from my pocket and scoop it up and seal the zip. I look into the bag at the negative sign. I've never felt such relief in my life before. Time to get this to Trish. I call out to Mya in her bed room as I slowly back towards the front door.)
John: Hey, Mya. Look, Benson wants to talk in person. I'll be right back. (I rush out of her front door before she can stop me. I jump in my car and put the pregnancy test in my glove department. Time to execute the third part of my plan. I grab my cell phone and call Benson.)
John: Hey, yeah, it's Cena. Is your wife still a nurse?... Good. I need a favor from you.
I pull into the hospital parking lot. I get out and Benson and his wife Becky meet me at the entrance door. Becky looks at me worried.
Becky: Are you sure about this? It's bad luck. (I smirk.)
John: I'm positive. It's the only way to get rid of her. (Becky looks around suspicious.)
Becky: Follow me. (She leads us down a hallway and into an office. She closes the door behind us and talks in a hushed tone.)
Becky: Once I do this, you can't go back.
John: Don't worry. I don't want to.
Benson: You've always been a crazy dude, you know that. (We laugh together and Becky hushes us.)
Becky: Zip it. I can get in a lot of trouble. Now be quiet. (She picks up her office phone and dials Mya's number. It's so quiet I can hear Mya answer.)
Mya: Hello?
Becky: Hello, is this Mya Bollin?
Mya: Yeah. Who is this?
Becky: Hello, Miss. Bollin. My name is Wendy Shrade. I'm a doctor at St Lukes Hospital. It is my deep regret and burden that I have to inform you this way. But your fiance, John, he's... he's no longer with us. (I can hear Mya gasp on the other end. Benson looks at me with a smirk.)
Mya: What?
Becky: Your fiance, he passed away.
Mya: But he was just here. What happened? What are you talking about?
Becky: He was hit by a tractor trailer. He had his wallet and I.D on him. You were listed as his emergency contact. I'm sorry for your loss.
Mya: What about his body? What did you guys do with that? (Becky looks up at me with a frightened look. Shit. We didn't think this all through. Without a body, she'll know we're lying. I make a motion with my hand to just keep going.)
Becky: Well, um, you see. He has a small car. And the truck struck him and ignited the car. There are no remains. Just ashes. (Mya is quiet for a second.)
Mya: Thanks for letting me know. (She hangs up and Becky sighs as she puts her phone on the hanger.)
Becky: You seriously owe me big time, John.
John: I know. I know. Thank you guys so much. This woman, she won't leave me alone. She's been stalking me for months and I can't get rid of her. Hopefully this will do the trick. Thanks again though. You guys really pulled through for me.
Benson: Becky is right though, Cena. Saying you're dead is bad luck. You better be careful. (I smirk.)
John: I'll be fine. Thanks again. (I exit her office and make my way to Trish's house. Hopefully Mya is going to get the clue and leave me alone. I am "dead" after all. At least to her I am.)
Trish's POV
I grab my dish towel and start drying off my dishes. My stomach knots up again. What's wrong with me? It's been acting up for a few days now. John better not have gotten me sick. It's bad enough he's acting like a douche bag. I don't need him getting me sick. I have to go to work for a living. My stomach churns again and I can feel my jaw muscles clench. Uh-oh. I rush into my bathroom and as soon as I do vomit explodes into the toilet. What's going on? I throw up once more uncontrollably. I can hear my door bell go off. A visitor? Now? I throw up once more.
