Kicking Reality

“Your people?” I question, confused. “To do what?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Cut his dick off and do a Lorena Bobbitt?”

He cringes, his posture falling over as if he knew what that felt like. “If that’s your wish.”

“Your people can really do that? Who are these people?”

“People.”

I sigh, t

hen let out an unexpected cry. I hated him. I wanted bad things to happen to him. I wanted lots of people to make his life hell. He hurt me more than I thought imaginable. I’m embarrassed that the whole world watched me fall in love with an asshole. And now the whole world will watch as my life falls apart. What about George? Would he live with me? Is there such thing as a custody battle for dogs? Would he stay with Wes every other weekend? Poor George! He doesn’t deserve to be raised in this type of environment. I wonder if there is a support group for gay pugs being raised in a broken home.

In the heat of the moment, I grab my cell out of my purse and throw it into the lake. It clicks seconds later as the splash disappears. What have I done?! I run without thinking, and dive straight into the water, unaware the lake is filled with many creepy creatures. It’s not too deep where I dive in, and in the distance, I hear Logan’s voice—angry and annoyed followed by the splash beside me.

I bob down again, searching for my cell with tears battling against the water and my sobs muffled. I scream, I yell, I curse at Wesley Rich for breaking my trust. For tearing my heart into a million pieces and for making me believe that what we had was love. And when I pull myself up for air, Logan is standing in front of me, breathing heavily with my cell in his hand.

“Are you psycho? Seriously Emmy!”

“Don’t call me that!” I shout back into his face.

“Well you are. So the dickhead cheated? Move on. He didn’t deserve you to begin with. Marriage is for the weak. Don’t fall into that whole love bullshit. You can have a good life without it.”

“What would you know?” I argue, ungrateful that he had found my cell. “You’ve never been in love. At least I took a chance.”

“Geez woman, would you listen to yourself? Here’s your damn cell. Don’t throw an expensive phone in the lake.” He pushes it towards my chest, eyes wide and fueled with anger.

“You’re all the same, that’s the problem,” I mouth off, not sure where I’m going with this because anger only sees one path—destruction.

“You need to cool off. I’m surprised this cold water ain’t doing that. And for the record, Emmy, we’re not all the same.”

“Yes you are. It’s all about pussy. The more you get the bigger you feel. There’s no good men out there that actually believe in love and being faithful. Ash will fuck up. He’s just like you, can’t keep his dick in his fucking pants.”

“Emerson,” he grits, holding onto my wrist and watching me carefully. “You’re angry. You have every right to be angry. Just don’t destroy the people who love you because of how he treated you. He’s the dick. He doesn’t deserve you. End of story.”

“Doesn’t deserve me?” I laugh again. “Who am I? I don’t even know who I am. Everything I do in life is for everyone else. Make everyone else happy. Entertain the world. My whole life is in the tabloids. Nothing I do is private. I’m sick of it, sick of it all! And it’s my fault, Dad warned me and I didn’t listen. I was so pissed off that you and Ash left me to be big stars that I wanted to rival you.”

“And you did,” he admits with a smirk. “You’re the most wanted TV star. I know men that jerk off just talking about you.”

I cringe, aware that something foreign brushed against my leg.

“That’s gross,” I say flatly, calming down. “Well, it depends who but still. You really like to paint that picture and distract one’s thoughts.”

“I’m just saying you’re gorgeous.”

I keep my breathing still, until the slimy furry thing brushes against my leg and I scream, jumping into Logan’s body and wrapping my arms around his neck. Without even thinking, I also wrap my legs around his waist scared out of my mind.

“Oh. My. God! What the hell is that? Anaconda?”

His arms lace around my entire body, protecting me from the beast.

“Emmy,” he whispers, the sound of his smooth voice calming my racing heart. “Stop living the lie. Do something for you. You owe it to yourself.”

This is the most serious conversation we had ever had. I’m waiting for him to laugh, give me a wet willy and drop me into the beast’s mouth.

But it doesn’t happen.