Page 64 of Hey Girl
A mugof steaming hot chamomile tea on the table in front of me. I breathe in deeply while I massage my temples. My countless attempts at finding my inner peace are disruptedhowever, by the startling cacophony of aggressive pounding on my door. After jumping in my seat, I hit the deck, diving to the floor and crawling to the archway that leads to the front of the house. Frantically, I look around for my phone to call the cops. The last I knew, Chris was still out there, but in this panicky moment, I’m not caring. It would serve him right for scaring me this bad.
I feel myself readying to pass out before I hear a familiar female voice.
“Rebecca!” It calls through the urgent thumping and pounding, which now occurs to me sounds like more than one person.
Oh God, it’s the masses. They found me and they’re here to torment me for being a superslut!
“Rebecca!” God that voice is so familiar, who is that? “Rebecca! It’s Mazyie!”
Oh. Thanks.
“And Melanie!” Another voice chimes in. “Can we please come in? It’s an emergency!”
What?
What on earth kind of emergency could these two have and why would they come to me?
“Please, Rebecca!” Mayzie yells again. “I promise we’ll make it quick!”
What in the ever-loving fuck is this? I blow out a cleansing breath as I straighten up. I should let them in and get this over with. Otherwise they’ll keep banging on the door and making a scene.
I stride very deliberately to the door, my steps light and quick, and when I unlatch the door, I stand behind it and pull it open.
Mayzie and Melanie practically cartwheel in and I hurry to shut the door.
“Thank you,” Mayzie practically wheezes as she scurries right over to the couch, her laptop tucked under her arm and Melanie trots briskly behind her.
“Wh - wh…” I close my eyes and take a breath before trying again. “What is th-th…”
Dammit. I guess my anxiety isn’t under enough control to get my speech back.
“We just need to show you something,” Mayzie answers my unasked question without looking up while she opens her computer.
“We just need to hurry, Chris takes crazy fast power naps,” Melanie adds, taking a seat next to her and looking up to address me. “We talked him into leaving, but it wasn’t easy and it won’t last long.
“Okay, connected,” Mayzie breathes.
When my mind catches up and I realize she’s jumping online, I start to freak again. “N - n -,” I try to push the word of protest out.
“Rebecca, it’s okay,” Melanie reaches her hand out to me. “I promise what you see won’t be bad or hurtful. And I’ll hold your hand,” she nods reassuringly.
I would normally have trouble looking someone in the eye right now, but I can’t help but look from her hand to her charming green pools that hold so much compassion and kindness in them and find myself reaching out to take her offered hand.
The nerves are still going haywire beneath the surface of my skin, but I let myself be gently pulled to sit next to Melanie on the couch.
“I - I d-d,”
“It’s okay, Rebecca,” Mayzie holds her hand up. “You don’t have to talk to us right now.”
She goes back to her laptop once more as Melanie nods. “Yeah, just hear us out. And then we’ll leave you alone.”
I give a feeble nod and take another deep breath as Mayzie turns the screen my way again. This appears to be another chat forum of some kind and at the top, is a terribly designed banner -amateurs.
The Anti-Rock Wife
“Wh- wh-,” I try to ask but Mayzie mercifully cuts me off.
“Its a chat thread dedicated to hating me,” she explains plainly, her expression indifferent.