BANG BANG BANG!
Naya didn't open her eyes.
BANG BANG BANG!
She stirred realising the banging wasn't just the thumping in her head from her hangover; it was someone knocking at her front door. She dragged herself up from the spot on her kitchen floor that she had passed out; the empty vodka bottles lay next to her.
Her head was beating with memories of the night before, she didn't remember much after opening Heather's invitation, the rest was a blur of vodka and tears.
Naya walked through her hallway towards the front door, the light was so bright coming through the door, what time was it she thought? She opened the door and was greeted by a beautiful blonde in a gorgeous purple dress.
Naya stared at Dianna; she said nothing but gestured for her to come in.
Dianna walked through the door looking through to the kitchen seeing the mess that lay on the floor, sighing imagining what had taken place. She wheeled around to the brunette who was leaning against the wall looking to the ground.
"It's been a long time Naya, how are you?" Dianna asked looking concerned.
Naya shrugged not looking up.
"By the looks of the empty vodka bottles, I'm guessing you know what today is?" Dianna asked.
Naya crossed her arms over her chest.
"I'm on my way there now, the wedding doesn't start for a couple of hours but I'm going to support Heather". Dianna said stepping closer to Naya.
Naya looked up at Dianna, "Have a nice time" she mumbled.
Dianna frowned, she was concerned for her friend, she knew this wasn't right. "Nay, have you spoken to her?"
"Nope, guess she's been too busy with wedding planning" Naya hissed.
"Naya, if you love her like I know you do, you need to fight for her". Dianna pleaded.
"I did fight Di, but she left, she chose Taylor". Naya reached over to open the front door.
Dianna frowned at her, "Naya, please come with me. Talk to her and if nothing else, if you love her like you say you do, you need to be there for her".
Naya gestured to the door, "Well if that's all you've come to say, please offer my congratulations to the bride and groom, bye Di".
Dianna sighed wishing she could get through to her friend, "Ok I'll go, but please Naya, just think about it" she said turning and walking out the door.
Naya slammed the door behind her.
She sighed deeply rubbing her pounding head, nothing seemed real anymore. Just as she reached her lounge room there was another bang at her door, why couldn't Dianna just leave it alone she thought, stomping over to the door. She swung it open, "WHAT!" she demanded.
Mrs Morris stood on the door step shocked at the welcome she had received.
Both women stood staring at each other for what to Naya, felt like the longest time.
"May I come in?" Mrs Morris asked.
Naya still speechless simply nodded her head.
Mrs Morris walked through to the lounge room, taking a seat and gesturing for Naya to sit across from her.
Naya made her way over, her head was such a mess, was this really happening right now? What was she doing here? She took a seat across from Heather's Mother.
"Heather's marrying Taylor today". She stated bluntly.
Naya stared at her; she opened her mouth to speak but was cut off.
"I wasn't sure if you were aware, I know you and Heather don't speak anymore."
Naya looked at her hands, a pain ripped through her chest.
"Taylor is a lovely boy" Mrs Morris began, "He's good to Heather, he loves her and I know he'll be a good husband" She said nodding to herself. "But I was driving to the church and somehow I ended up here, and I have to ask myself why that is Naya?"
Naya said nothing but just stared back at her, she sensed this was a rhetorical question.
"This should be the happiest day of Heather's life; this should be a happy day in any parents' life, your daughter marrying a great man" she paused "but it's not. Heather doesn't love him, I can see it in her eyes, she's dying inside Naya." Mrs Morris let out a quiet sob. She quickly calmed herself.
Naya reached over grabbing a tissue passing it to Mrs Morris.
"Thank you". She said taking the tissue and patting her eyes.
"I have tried to be a good Mother to Heather, I know I've made mistakes but I've always had her best interest at heart, but I can't be responsible for my daughter's unhappiness". She leaned forward looking into Naya's brown eyes.
"So I only have one question for you Naya, do you love my daughter?"
Naya took a deep breath, the question hitting her like a punch in the stomach. All the feelings and thoughts of Heather she had been struggling to contain burst to the surface, she remembered it all, nothing had changed as hard as she tried to convince herself it had.
"With all my heart and soul" Naya spoke looking deep into Mrs Morris' eyes.
Heather's Mother took a minute to take in Naya's answer, she looked down seemly contemplating what she was about to say. When she looked up Naya saw she had tears in her eyes.
"Then you should be together" Mrs Morris smiled as a tear ran down her cheek. "I'm so sorry Naya, I'm so sorry for it all".
Naya stood up and walked to sit next to her, Naya took the old woman's hands in her own trying to console her, she held no hard feelings towards her.
"It's okay, you did what you thought was best". Naya said. "But I don't think there's anything I can do now, I've lost her" Naya whispered.
Mrs Morris got to her feet wiping her face; she straightened her dress and brushed her hair back. "It's never too late, but it's up to you now, I have said what I came to say, what happens now is up to you and Heather". Mrs Morris looked at Naya before turning and seeing herself out.
Naya sat frozen to the spot, the conversation replayed in her head. Suddenly she was flooded by thoughts of Heather; she could picture her so clearly in her mind, her laugh, her perfect smile. Suddenly a spark was lit inside Naya's heart, she knew what she wanted to do, she knew what she had to do and even if it didn't work, she had to try.
She was going to fight for the woman she loved.