Casey immediately broke off the kiss. When he saw me, he sputtered, his eyes wide.
"Sammy! Wait! I can explain!"
I knew that if I stood there, I would have a heart attack. So I ran as fast as I could using my catcher legs and I didn't stop until I was on the couch in Grams' apartment. I could hear Casey running behind me, calling out my name.
And then I cried.
I haven't cried in a long time. The last credible time I remember was when Lady Lana decided she was going to leave to Hollywood and leave me behind in Santa Martina.
But this time, I bawled. I couldn't help it. My heart was as heavy as a bowling ball. I couldn't seem to believe the fact that Casey had cheated on me.
But I had seen the proof. And there was no going back.
Grams, tried to comfort me, but I was in such a miserable state of tears that I couldn't tell her. The phone was ringing like crazy. I told Grams not to pick it up. She saw how damaged I was, and for once, she didn't push it. When she went off to the store to buy more tissues, I ripped the phone cord out of the wall. I didn't care what Casey tried to say, what he tried to explain. I was through.
Then I deleted my email account.
But, for some reason, none of those things helped.
So I decided that I needed to do something. I walked around the apartment like an aimless idiot and did random things.
Fixed the pillows on the couch.
Killed a fly.
Made some coffee, then remembered what caffeine does to me, and tossed it down the drain.
Drew a picture of Heather and then ripped it to pieces.
Drew a picture of Casey and Carrie then ripped it to pieces, then threw those pieces on the street and watched cars drive over it.
Used my binoculars to watch TV across the street.
After a while, I realized how stupid I was. I shouldn't have just isolated myself just because I was afraid. I had to face him someday.
Too bad some things are easier said than done.
Sorry it was so short and kinda weird! Gotta build up the suspense, people!
