Here is the next chapter a little earlier than Saturday like normal. Thank you to everyone who continues to read and review this story. This chapter is a little shorter, but it needed to be cut here for reasons. Hope you all enjoy. Happy Reading!
Chapter 10 What Is The Truth?
I ignore the phone, watching the tv, feeling sorry for the families left behind by the murders, knowing the survivor's guilt all too well. Stacy's phone rings again, for the third time in the last minute. I answer the phone, thinking it might be an emergency.
"Hello," I ask, unsure of how to answer her phone. "This is Stacy's phone."
"Who is this, and why are you answering her phone?" Asks the person on the other end, his voice ordering, as he speaks.
"This is her next-door neighbor, and she is currently in the bathroom. Can I take a message for her?"
"Bea?" Asks the voice, uncertainty ringing in it. "Don't call me that!" I snap angrily. "I hate that name."
"Okay, Princess. What name do you want to be called?" My heartbeat picks up as he calls me princess, for some reason. I wish my heart would stop beating so quickly as he speaks to me.
"Nothing, Four," I snap at him.
"How do you know my name?" He asks, suspiciously.
"Oh, I know quite a lot about you. I know that you are a Captain in the Air Force, and you were pretty damn young when you were promoted, but when I asked you about it, you kept deflecting, changing the topic from you to me. I know that you gave me your cell phone number in an airport, in the front cover of my book, and told me to look you up even though you had a girlfriend for the past three years." I say, snapping angrily at him.
"Tris?" He asks, with curiosity lacing his voice.
"What?" I snap at him.
"At the time-" He starts, but I cut him off. Not wanting to hear another word out of his lying mouth.
"Save it, Four. I don't want to talk to you ever again. You lied. You gave your phone number to a girl, who had a boyfriend, and you weren't even available yourself. Goodbye Four. I'll let Stacy know you called." I say as I hang up the phone, angrily, realizing that the man who I had been romanticizing is nothing like I thought he was in real life, and he isn't my prince charming, who is going to come and save me from Peter.
Stacy comes back to the table, ten minutes later, with her hair a mess and her lipstick missing. She looks at me, her phone in my hand. "What are you doing with that? And why do you look sad now?"
"No reason," I say as I attempt to cover up the fact that her boyfriend is not who I thought he was when I first met him. I continue by telling her, "Oh, Four called while you were busy with Eric."
"What did you say? What did he want? I assume you answered it since you have my phone in your hands."
"I told him you were in the bathroom, and that you would call him back. He called three times. I picked it up the third time. I thought it was an emergency, that is the only reason why I picked it up."
Stacy rolls her eyes, as she says, "It always is an emergency with Four. I better call him back before he loses it. Did you tell him about the guy, Eric, who I went off with?"
"No. Why would I do that, Stacy?"
"Damn, I'll just have to tell him myself. I need to make him jealous." I quip an eyebrow at her as she continues explaining, "Because it wasn't him here with me, kissing me." She giggles, as my mouth falls open as she happily dials her phone, a smirk playing on her lips.
Stacy sits at the bar talking openly to Four about her latest conquest with a guy. They are on speakerphone for all to hear. I feel sorry for him. You can hear the anger in his voice as he tries to keep his voice under control as he says, "Stacy when I get home, I want you out of my house. No more funny business. We are done!" She laughs, as she says, "Okay baby, whatever you say."
"I'm not joking, Stacy!" He yells finally losing his temper, as she laughs again, hanging up the phone with glee in her eye, saying "He is pissed, and I love it. It will make all for the better makeup sex when he gets home."
"Stacy, he told you to move out, and that it was over. I heard him." I say as I stare at her like she is out of her mind, crazy.
"Quiet Tris! He always says crap like that, all the time, he will get over it. To Four, this is all a game. By the time he gets home in three months, he will be fine, trust me. You wait and see."
By the time, Stacy and I get home, Stacy is falling over, she falls up the front stairs to the door. She laughs at herself as I watch her make a fool of herself, she laughs, "Goodnight Tris. Thanks for coming out with me tonight. We should do it more often. You aren't as bad as Peter says you are."
"Thanks, I think," I mutter as I shut the door on her, and as soon as the door shuts, I throw my cell phone, it bounces off the couch, landing with a thud. I slide to the floor, in front of the door, in tears. I can't believe that I found Four, that he has a girlfriend, who cheats on him, then brags to him about cheating on him. I crawl over to the couch, and cry myself to sleep, regretting the day that Four and I ever ran into each other in that stupid airport. As I cry, I vow to stay away from him when he comes home from Afghanistan, to let him live his life with Stacy.
Thoughts? Please review and let me know what you thought of this chapter. What does everyone think of Stacy? Does anyone feel sorry for Four? Next chapter will be up on the weekend of September 29th.