The days passed rapidly, with Becca beginning to relax as regards her daughter and ex-husband. Emma adored her father, and the feeling was clearly mutual. Ryan doted on his daughter and hung on her every word, but was careful not to spoil her rotten, something that would have been easy to do considering that he had only just recently come into her life. As for Becca, she was thankful that she did not see much of Ryan, who dutifully dropped off Emma every day after school if he was around, which he almost always was. He tried his best to be friendly and communicate with her, but Becca wanted nothing to do with him. The passage of time had only made him more handsome, and that was a clear indication that she should stay the hell away from him. She knew how weak she was where Ryan was concerned, and she would be damned if she made a fool of herself over him again. Also, he was trying very hard to be nice to her and be her friend again, which either meant that he had changed, or that he
“Hello, stranger,” Becca said to her former best friend, who was content to just stare her down for minutes after Ryan left.“Hey.”“How have you been?”“I’ve been fine, and you?” Sandra replied and asked in turn, finally averting her gaze.“I’ve been good too. I missed you.”“Yeah. Me too. I understand why you wanted to keep everything a secret though.”“So, you’re no longer mad at me?”“No.”“Okay, so why are you speaking in monosyllables and refusing to meet my eyes?” Becca asked.“I’m speaking normally.” Sandra protested, but she still didn’t meet Becca’s eyes. Becca figured that it was probably her imagination, but she thought that she saw Sandra shiver a little. Immediately, concern for her friend overwhelmed her and she led Sandra by the arm to sit on the sofa.“Sandra, what’s going on? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”“No, no, I’m fine. Maybe not.” She gave a shaky little laugh and ran her hand over her hair.“So, what is the matter?”“It’s Sam,” Sandra replied in a small v
Sam, Sandra’s ex-husband, drowned his sorrows in alcohol as usual. It was nothing new. He was sitting in front of the tiny and worn-out television that was placed on an equally worn-out table in the rundown building in which he now lived. He was livid with rage and took solace in his bottles of alcohol, of which there were many scattered at his feet. He needed to start at his job, he knew, because if he didn’t, then he was going to be well and truly screwed. The television was on, but he stared at the images on it through blurred, unseeing eyes as he took another chug of the drink straight from the bottle, or at least, he tried to. The bottle was empty.He got up, tottered drunkenly on his feet, and took a moment to regain his balance, before weaving drunkenly to a corner of the room to pick up another bottle of drink, which happened to be the last one. Damn! He needed to restock his supply, but where was the money to do so? He scowled unseeingly at the wall for a few moments, before
“I’m sick of you and your shenanigans.” Tracy declared in a loud, irritated voice that showed that she was spoiling for a fight. Ryan, who was in the process of removing his shirt and going to soak in the bath, paused and glanced at her, noting her sour expression.“Is anything the matter?” He asked her, not understanding what her problem was, or why she should be so angry.‘“Is anything the matter,’ he asks.” Tracy sneered, looking anything but the beautiful and gentle woman he knew.“Have I done something wrong that I don’t know about?”“What’s with you and that woman?”“What woman?” Ryan asked although he had a good idea who she was talking about.“What was the quiz you were quizzing your daughter about her for?”“Quiz? I only asked Emma how her mother is. Is there anything wrong with that?”“Look, I think we should get married immediately. I don’t want that woman to start getting any ideas.” Tracy said matter-of-factly. Ryan tried to quelch the panic that rose inside him at the so
Becca closed her eyes, trying to get some sleep, but sleep eluded her. She felt very sorry for herself, and utterly alone and helpless, even though there was no reason why she should feel that way. It wasn’t the first time Emma was spending the night away from home, after all, she had gone to summer camp for almost three weeks sometime back, so what was a weekend without seeing her now compared to that? Still, she could not help how she felt, and she knew the main reason why.When she had been feeling lonely earlier in the evening, she had headed to Dan’s house, so that she could at least have some company, since Sandra was spending the night away with her boyfriend on the other side of town. When she got there, she discovered that Dan was not around. Instead, she had met the heavily pregnant Clarissa, sitting in front of the television in the living room. In the same living room was Alex, lying on the floor in a pool of his own vomit, groaning and crying pitifully. “What’s going on
As a matter of fact, Ryan did not get the chance to ask Becca if it was okay if he brought Tracy to the spelling bee competition to show support for Emma. On Monday afternoon, he had to travel to one of the branches of his company to sort out some issues that came up suddenly, so he was very busy it totally escaped his mind. By the time Wednesday came, he still wasn’t done with what he went to do, but he had no intentions of missing the competition. Emma called him literally every minute to remind him about it, and he knew that if he missed it, she would very pissed at him. He got on his plane and arrived back in town in record time. His driver was waiting at the airport with a car to take him straight to the venue where the competition was taking place. It was when he saw Tracy in the car, all glammed up for the event, that he remembered that he did not inform Becca about the fact that Tracy was going to be there.“Hey honey, are you not a sight for sore eyes?” Tracy crooned, immed
“I’d like to take everyone out to lunch to celebrate Emma’s success in the competition.” Ryan offered as they all left as a group.“Thanks, but I think I’ll just go home and sleep. I feel sort of tired. The rest of you can go on without me though.” Becca declined, much to Tracy’s delight. She did not like the way Ryan had been trying to talk to Becca throughout the competition, even when it was clear that the woman was focused on her daughter. It was very evident that Ryan still felt something for this woman, so she was going to do her best to quench whatever feelings he had. Becca watched Tracy hang on to Ryan’s arm as though she was drowning and he was the only solid thing that she could find.“That’s okay, Becca. We’ll send some food home to you. You don’t have to cook anything.” Tracy offered, and Becca sent a tight-lipped smile her way, quelching the urge to rip Tracy’s fingers off Ryan’s arm. What was wrong with her for chrissakes? The woman was only trying to be friendly.“I th
Becca soon began to regret her on-the-spur-of-the-moment decision to go away for the weekend with Trevor. What on earth was she going to do with him for the whole weekend? She was going to meet his family for chrissakes. It was his sister’s wedding, after all. What if they all thought that she and he were having something serious? Well, it was too late to back out now, so on the Wednesday of the week that she was to leave with him, she invited Ryan inside her house when he dropped Emma off from school.He smiled gratefully when she asked him to come in, as he always did anytime she offered him something without him asking. Taylor got down from the car with him, and waited impatiently while Emma changed her clothes, and then they both skipped over to Dan’s house to play with his puppy, leaving the two adults alone.“How have you been, Becca?” He asked her after a while, accepting the glass of water she gave him and declining her offer of something to eat.“I’ve been fine, and you?”“I’m