Page 165 of Toxic Wishes
“Yea Josh, is that even a question?” I say with a laugh.
Josh and Mel convinced me to stay for the Super Bowl since I was seconds away from clicking purchase, for a ticket to fly home early.
After Naomi sent text after text the other night, I didn’t want to be here anymore. And the fact that I had to defend myself through text, without Colt backing me up, made me feel even more alone.
Josh told me to delete the messages and then to block her. I did block her after she sent what felt like a hundred texts. I know she was drunk, but Josh is right—it’s not an excuse. I pick my phone up as Mel and Josh chatter away, drawing them out. Being the martyr I am, I read the messages one last time.
Naomi: You slut! I know you and Blake fucked. How could you!
Naomi: Taking my sloppy seconds. I knew you were always jealous of me. Always wanted what I had.
Naomi: You should have stuck to starving yourself. No one in the family loves you. They will always love me over you—demon child.
Naomi: Do yourself a favor and go back to binging and being anorexic. Hell, do us all a favor. You’re a waste of space anyway.
Naomi: I can’t believe you fucked Colt. You know I still had feelings for him, and you fucked him anyways! You fucking whore!
Naomi: Don’t even bother coming around family events. You were already irrelevant, now you’re no better than the dirt on my shoe.
Naomi: He’ll regret you. You wait and see. I know he loves me. Clearly, he’s blinded by all the trash in his way right now.
Naomi: Fuck you, Abigail. I never considered you blood anyway since you were created from pure evil.
I let out a deep sigh to help ease my nerves. A tear falls down my cheek, and I angrily brush it away. Something must have happened, or words were said between those two after I left the bar Friday night, or maybe it was yesterday when Mel and I met with the music producer. All I know is Colt hasn’t reached out to check on me or explain what set Naomi off so severely.
Josh was right. I needed to delete the messages and enjoy the game. It’s not like I’ll ever get to go to a Super Bowl again.
When I walked out of the bathroom, Mel and Josh had drinks in their hands and engaged in conversation. Mel looks up and scrunches her nose up at me. “Is that what you’re wearing?”
“Yeah?” I look down at my jeans, which have holes cut out at the knees, and my off-brand vans.
“It’s comfy.”
“Nuh uh, I was afraid of this,” she says as she walks over to the bed and picks up a shopping bag. "And that’s why I came prepared with goodies. You’re welcome,” she says, handing me the bag of a brand I can’t pronounce.
“I’m not trying to be uncomfortable during a football game that will last hours, Mel”
“Just go put it on. And the jeans, I already know your ass will look amazing in them.”
Mel never let me down with her choice of clothing. These clothes fit perfectly, and she had a red Arizona Cardinal Jersey made for me with the number 11 on it. I loved it so much that I never wanted to take it off. It was a bit chilly, so she got me a matching jacket that had the Arizona Cardinals logo on the front and number on the back.
I’ve seen stadiums on TV, but even a high-definition view of the stadium doesn’t do SoFI Stadium justice. It was huge. Luckily, Naomi, Jenna and friends would be in the luxury-level suite next to us instead of with us. I could already feel my adrenaline pumping, causing me to feel lightheaded since so much blood was rushing through my system at once. Josh told me that I’ll be fine. There are bathrooms right outside the hallway of the suites in the stadium, and Mel offered to go with me at all times.
“Look at the view,” Mel says as she places her tiny purse on one of the tables. “That’s Brian Whiteheart. Brian is stretching on the field. I can see him clear as day, along with that ass.” Mel fans herself as she throws herself on one of the couches in the suite.
“Can you control yourself? Seriously, the game hasn’t even started yet. Plus, I don’t want to sit on a wet spot on the couch.” Josh says.
She swats at Josh when he plops beside her, popping a beer open. “Cliff and Nora should be here soon with Bodie,” Josh says as he sips his beer loudly.
“This sport makes so much money,” I say as I look around. “It’s disgusting. Just think of all the waste and food going in and out of just one game. That’s not even including the people at home watching it.”
“I know, isn't it wild?” Josh says with a laugh.
Mel rolls her eyes at me as she stands up, walks towards me, and grabs my shoulders. “We are not going to overthink shit. You,” she points at my chest hard. “Are going to have some mother-fucking fun and just be a normal American for once. It’s football! It’s about winning, sweat, men in uniforms, getting drunk, and eating hot dogs. And I know you don’t eat that stuff, but today is the day everyone gets one Weiner in their mouth.” I can’t help but smile.
“My wiener is up for grabs, ladies,” Josh says with a wink.
I shook my head with a smile at the same time, Mel scoffed