I'm posting this and it's short so forgive for that :(. But the last ones were kind of longer for me soooo cut me some slack. And uh I keep seeing these random lines on my story and I'm not sure if it's me hallucinating or just the computer messing up. So if you see lines just ignore them except for the one that matter...you know like the one under this
Marissa scurried out of Bianca's office, chastising herself the whole way. This was one of those rare times when she wished she had a car and not that 'I'm sorry I keep cheating on you' Lexus that was sitting in her driveway. But a real one, one that hissed and sputtered when you started it up, that grumbled down the street, and screeched around turns. That popped and crackled in the summer heat, and garbled against the winter air. She wanted a car that was so loud and obnoxiously crude that all those horrid thoughts pulling and tugging at her brain would get lost in its sounds.
That's probably one of the things she missed most from her pre-Pine Valley days. There was always some sound, some problem, some superficial issue that took priority over her feelings back then. She never truly handled her emotions because she never had time to. Here, in this land of constant chaos, there is nothing but feelings. She felt everything. Every thought. Every touch. Every pounding of her heart.
And it was confusing. And it exhausting. And it hurt like hell.
Bianca was standing there with Sienna, her girlfriend, trying to explain something that never should have happened. Marissa was never supposed to be that person, that woman who destroyed relationships. She had always seen Annie as the evil one, the homewrecker who couldn't keep herself from hacking another notch in her belt of Chandler men.
But now she was in Annie's shoes. She had felt the temptation, the pull drawing her to Bianca. It was irresistible, overwhelming, completely consuming, and she, Marissa Tasker was no match.
"Something just happened or you let something happen?"
Sienna's voice was flat, knowing, and surprisingly calm. She was not looking at Bianca though, partly because she didn't think she could bare that pitying look in the brunette's eyes and partly for the fear that the observant woman might see a crack in her mask.
"I-I messed up, baby."
Sienna flinched at the term of endearment; it felt so out of place falling from the taller woman's lips, like they had been shoved out of her throat, like they just didn't belong.
"What exactly did you do?"
Bianca stood still for a second, rubbing a nervous hand against her neck. "Marissa and I were at my office like I told you. And then…well uh she convinced me to go out to karaoke, and Sienna, God, you have to believe me. None of this was supposed to happen. We got back to her place and she asked me to stay over as friends only. I swear to you we both had no intentions-"
"It doesn't matter. You lied to me Bianca."
The brunette paused for a second, her eyes wide with concern and sincerity. Bianca and Sienna had been together for months now. It was a sort of comfort between them, a connection and now all of that security they found in one another had been destroyed.
"You told me you had turned your phone off for a meeting. That was a lie. You told me you were working all yesterday. That was a lie," Sienna pulled her dark brown eyes up to meet Bianca's in a pitiful gaze, "You told me that you cared about me. Was that a lie too? Was all this crap we've been doing for five months some sick ploy to get Marissa's attention? Oh my god, I should have known."
The shorter woman gestured her hand furiously between Bianca and herself as the other ran angrily through her hair. That cool exterior breaking for a minute.
"No Sienna stop! I care about you and what we have. These five months have been so important to me, I made a mistake, baby. I made a huge mistake, and I'm so sorry."
The taller woman grabbed Sienna's wrist softly but firmly pulling the smaller woman in and wrapping her arms around her. She tried her best not to remember how closely this resembled her previous break-ups. The one big difference being, of course, in this situation, she was the problem.
Bianca felt Sienna begin to tremble in her arms. She wasn't hugging her back, but she wasn't pushing her back either. Suddenly, the brunette felt something wet begin to drip on her shoulder. Sienna was crying, weeping, and the taller woman couldn't remember a time when she had seen the woman so weak. In fact, Bianca had never really seen the woman vulnerable ever; she was always so calm and collected that part of Bianca thought Sienna was just created without certain emotions. One of those emotions being sadness.
"I want to fix it. Tell me how to fix it." Bianca whispered soothingly in Sienna's ear stroking her back comfortingly.
Sienna pulled back a little bit from the taller woman's embrace and looked her determinedly in the eyes.
"Stop seeing Marissa."
