“No Libs, stop,” I sigh. “I’m not even home right now.” But my friend won’t be deterred.
“That’s alright. I can take them on my own. In fact, it’s probably better this way so you don’t get blood all over yourself.”
I giggle despite the morbid image.
“No,” I say, serious this time. “You don’t have to come over, and you can’t kill them.”
“You’re right,” my friend says seriously. “They deserve worse. I mean, really? Your boyfriend boinking your mom? They should be tortured and then killed.”
I let out a small laugh that sounds more like a cry.
“Yeah,” I say. “Yeah, I know.”
“Alright. I won’t kill them then. But if you change your mind, I’m there. I’m sharpening my knives as we speak, not to mention cleaning out my pistol.”
“Thanks, Libby,” I giggle despite myself. “I know you are.”
“Yep, I’m armed and dangerous,” she announces. But then her voice becomes sympathetic. “Do you want to come over here, Dak? I picked up a gallon of rocky road on the way home. It’s the perfect cure for slutty moms and shitty boyfriends, I promise.”
Ice cream does sound good, but even that’s not going to dissolve my misery.
“No,” I sigh, feeling tears come to my eyes again. “But thanks. I think I just need to take some time alone to calm down. After all, the magnitude of what’s happened has been mind-boggling.”
I can almost hear my bestie nodding.
“Okay, but I’ll be home if you decide you want company.”
“Thanks, Libs,” I say before hanging up. Then I start my car again and ease it away from the curb. Where will I go? I have no idea, but maybe a long drive will help me come to grips with the disaster that is my life.
A few hours pass and I’m still driving around with no real purpose. I still can’t get past what happened. If Eddie had cheated on me with another girl from his school, or some random girl he picked up at the mall, it would have hurt, but at least that’s normal. And if I’m being truly honest with myself, it wouldn’t have been completely shocking. Eddie has always had a high opinion of himself, and he loves anyone willing to stroke that ego of his. And with his looks, his ego gets a lot of attention, unfortunately.
But I never imagined he’d stoop to sleeping with my mom. It’s like a bad plot line from a soap opera, or even a porn movie. Even worse is that my mom would sleep with him. I’m her daughter for Christ’s sake! Aren’t mothers supposed to put their children first?
I shake my head at myself because that’s such a stupid notion. Denise hasn’t put me first since the day my dad left. She doesn’t say it, but I’ve always felt like she blames me for the fact that Martin took off when I was a baby. Maybe that’s why I never fought her on the diets she forces on me. Maybe that’s why I never complain when she never shows for school plays, or when I was the only child with a winter jacket that was too small. It was as if I was trying to make things up to her somehow.
Well, Denise can forget all of that now. It’s her turn to find a way to apologize, although I know she won’t. Hell, Eddie’s probably banging her again now, and she’s probably enjoying it. Somehow, I know the evil duo has found some way to twist the facts so that everything lands on my plate. That’s just how they are.
But maybe I can get back at them somehow. It would be nice to wreak revenge for once. Usually, I’m pretty tame. I cover my eyes during scary movies, and I don’t really talk back to the mean girls. But what’s happened goes beyond the pale, and I really want lightning to strike my mom and Eddie on the head. The question is how?
I pull my car into the driveway and park, contemplating my options. Should I go back in? Do I even have the guts? To be honest, my stomach is churning, and I feel a bit nauseous from the events of tonight. But when I look up, I realize I’m at Eddie’s house, and not mine. It’s an easy mistake to make because we actually live in the same neighborhood, and I used to come to his place a lot.
I start to put my car in reverse, but then a thought stops me. Eddie isn’t my boyfriend anymore. That means I’m free to sleep with anyone I want, and isn’t Eddie’s dad Jack single? A shiver runs down my spine. Oh my god, this is so wrong because I can’t sleep with my boyfriend’s dad. Or can I? That would be a strong dose of revenge certainly.