Chapter: Cold Embrace

P O V: Sylvie Brett

A/N: I can see this fic being made into a full fic. Let me know what you think. Suggested by Joyfuljulietjewel. Also posting this vhapter in Going Gabby a collection of one shots of Gabby doing what she does best. Going Gabby. Thanks to all who submitted words who have reviewed or favored.

"I'm sorry." Gabby's gaze cuts through my entire body like a light-saber dismissing my hundredth apology, without words needed. "Sorry for what Sylvie? Betraying me? Lying to me? Sleeping with my husband?"

She's angry every word is sputtered between gritted teeth slamming the cabinet on the side of the ambo. "Ex-husband Gabby. You and Matt are divorced." "Like that matters Sylvie? He's off limits. Period. Best friends don't do this to each other, they stay the hell away from each other's husbands."

"Ex Gabby emphasize on the ex. I'm sorry I never wanted to hurt you."

"Doesn't matter Brett cause you did. You hurt me in ways I can't even process yet."

"Gabby truly I am so sorry. I never meant for you to find out this way."

"No Brett what you mean is you never meant for me to find out at all. Didn't you?"

Tears stream down my face. My chest is tight I can't get enough air. Her eyes are filled with tears, her fists clenched nearly white at her sides. She reminds me of cat corned ready to rip someone's eyes out. I'm this cat's target.

"Gabby I didn't know how to tell you. It wasn't supposed to happen."

"Why my husband Sylvie? Why? Of all the men in Chicago why Matt? Did I hurt you that badly that all you thought about was hurting me back? Well you did it congratulations Brett."

"Gabby it started innocently we didn't mean to hurt you….

"Started Sylvie? As in this wasn't a onetime thing that I walked in on this morning? How long have you been sleeping with him Brett?"

My face must have shown my slip up suddenly she's in my face, her anger seething through slapping me on my already frozen checks. Stinging me with its radiation. Every emotion plays across her beautiful face showing me the depth of how much we have hurt her.

"Answer me Sylvie. How long?" Gone is the anger now instead her voice shakes in fear, confusion and pain so in-depth it breaks my heart. I can't move I know she needs an answer yet I can't open my mouth to provide her with one it's not because it's colder than the damn Antarctica out here either although it is bitter cold. No this cold embrace taking a hold of my body isn't weather related.

Every muscle, fiber, bone, brain cell is frozen in sympathetic syndrome flight or fright. I'm frightened right now I know I crossed a line. I betrayed a trust so deep between us. I fear she'll never forgive me. She only knows the half of it. If she knew the whole truth. I'd be dead.

"Answer me damn it!" her eyes are alive dancing with flames of anger so intense it compares to no flashover we've ever bore witness to. "May of 18." My whisper is barely heard above the roaring wind and pelting snow, ice mixture. I expect her fists to knock me out any second. She's a trained boxer I know she has the power. Instead she backs away hurt clearly written on her face. The look on her face has no name cause no emotion can even start to describe how badly I've hurt her.

"You really are an opportunistic slut aren't you Sylvie?"

The single word hits me with more power than any of her other words. She's the one person who's never used that name. Gabby never trash talk's woman she's always about female empowerment. She hates words like bitch, slut, and whore anything with a negative impact on females. She avoids till now.

"Gabby." "Don't touch me!" She recoils so fast my feet lose their balance her elbow rips out of my hand so fast I never have time to recover before her fist slams into my jaw knocking me down. "I'll never get that disgusting image out of my head Sylvie. You on top my husband." Ex I want to say but can't because pain is ripping through my jawline, my head like thunder over the valley's.

"Friends don't do what you did to me Sylvie. Friends stay loyal no matter how much distance or time has passed. You're worse than a dog Sylvie."

""You cut ties Gabby you filed for divorce flew to another damn country and didn't contact any of us. We were hurt and angry, confused we sought solace in each other's arms. It wasn't supposed to end with us in bed."

"Yeah well ya' did bitch, now my fist finds solace in your goddamn lying face."

Another blow levels me this time I can feel the blood rush out of my nose, lips. Pain tears through my whole face. I'm 100% sure she broke my nose, tears burn as they mix with the blood, both warm, salty and nasty tasting burning my open scars on my face from the cold. My right eye feels like someone stuck an electric cable through it attached it to an electric guitar and placed it on permanent play. I can't see straight either.

"You're dead to me Brett. Find your own way home. The truck stop down on 7th should have use for your special talents."

Gravel spins as she tears off in our Ambo leaving me stranded unable to stand properly. I knew she'd be mad when she found out but this was a whole another level of Gabby going Gabby. Shivering I pull my aching body up dizziness swarms me. My eyes can barely see yet I scan for witnesses. Most people scatter heads down minding their own business. Typical city people. One vehicle flashes their lights at me. It's hard to make out the shape between the pain, blurry vision and weather. Is that an Ambo? Who's driving?

"Help me!" I hear the cries of a scared little boy who I can barely make out hunched against the building he looks like he's trying to hide. "Honey what's your name?" Spitting out blood I try to advance towards him. "Are you hurt or lost?" "Watch out lady!" I barely have time to register what he is saying before the cold embrace slips over my mouth a sharp prick stabs my neck. A cold calm voice sends shivers throughout my body as a man whispers in my ear. "Looks like we got ourselves a new money maker here Jacob careful with this beauty. I want first trial run."

My world spins black with fear.