The Road To Heaven (Allendale Four 3)
A hundred comments filled the box below. Most awful and hate-filled. A few mentioned Heaven, including posting a few choice photos from back in the day. Seriously? People kept those?
Someone tipped off the community about the wedding and they’d decided to let the world know how they felt about it.
“Listen, babe,” Heaven said over the phone. Oliver took a screenshot of the page and then reported the post. “We’re going to get through this. It’s no fucking surprise those people are small-minded
idiots. I’ll be over soon. Don’t do anything drastic.”
Heaven hung up and glanced at Oliver. “We did this, you know.”
“I know.”
“What?” Anderson asked. “How?”
“We went to check on the rentals. I knew the girl working in the office and another guy in the back. Both were complete shit-stirrers in high school.” She looked between us, guiltily. “The ones that started all the rumors about me and Justin. I had no idea they didn’t know the wedding was for two women.”
“Uh, Heaven, there’s something else.” I’d followed the link that showed the ancient photo of Heaven back in high school and it took me to a different page. The profile picture explained a lot.
“Is that Spencer?” Anderson asked, leaning closer.
“Spencer?” Oliver repeated.
Heaven and I exchanged looks. I nodded and said, “We ran into him a few weeks ago picking up Heaven’s dress at the cleaners. He was being a dick, like always.”
“Tell me you kicked his ass,” Oliver said through gritted teeth.
“Did he hurt you?” Anderson asked at the same time, his forehead furrowed.
I couldn’t help but smile. “I didn’t have to do anything; our girl took care of herself.”
Both Anderson and Oliver give Heaven impressed looks but she just said, “I did punch him, but Jackson kept him from retaliating. It was a joint effort and I’m not surprised he found a way to get back at me. He was friendly with Paul back then and if they still are, it probably didn’t take much for them to start up their old tricks.” She sighed. “It’s like this shit just never goes away, you know?”
“It’s not your fault,” Anderson said, rubbing her arm.
“It is, and I need to fix it.”
“How? What are you going to do? Find out who put up this page? It’s best if they ignore it,” I said.
“And what? Some of those comments were about protesting the wedding. That’s not acceptable.” She stood. “I’m heading to Amber’s house to go check on her and see what we can do. I’ll be back later.”
“The wedding is in forty-eight hours, Heaven,” Oliver pointed out.
“I’m not letting those bastards ruin it. We’ll figure it out.”
“One of us should go with you.”
“No. I’m the maid of honor. I’ll deal with it.”
Oliver started to follow her, unwilling to let her take the heat alone, but I grabbed him by the arm. “Call us if you need anything, okay?”
She nodded and left, leaving the three of us together.
“I should go with her,” Oliver said.
“No, I need both of you with me,” I told them.
“For what?”
“We’ve never allowed our friends to be bullied. Not back then and not now.” I pushed up my sleeves. “I think it’s time we paid Oceanside a visit and kick their asses into the twenty-first century.”