You stupid bitch!
You slept with someone's grandfather!
How could you do such a thing?
My mind was doing somersaults. My vision had become compromised. I now saw only red.
I slowly backed away from the guest bedroom but only to fall to the floor in disbelief. Or maybe I fell from drinking too much.
Hearing footsteps, I bolted downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed the pint of ice cream that Laura had told me about.
Butter Pecan
Grabbing a spoon from the drawer, I dipped into the ice cream, letting it melt in my mouth, savoring the flavor.
"Mmmm," I moaned, the savory taste instantly calming me down.
"Excuse me, what are you doing in my daughters kitchen?" A familiar female voice says.
Turning around, I was semi disgusted by what stood in front of me. It was an old, wrinkly, crusty ass face that I remembered all too well.
Marianne.
"Hello, Mrs. Archibald. It's me, Karma. You know, Laura's best friend." I helped jog her memory. Smiling against my will.
Marianne looked me up and down, sort of disgusted. "Well you've certainly gotten bigger." She emphasized "bigger".
Bitch what?
"How's the divorce?" I playfully ask, cocking my head to the side. "Laura tells me it's getting very nasty."
Marianne's jaw drops.
"I used to think he was so lucky to have you. But I guess it was always the other way around." I continued on.
"Listen to me you little black bit-" Marianne started to yell but Heather came rushing in.
"What in the world is going on in here? Mother what has gotten into you?!" Heather claims, walking over to me as she glares angrily at Marianne, who stood there foolishly with her lips pierced together.
"I know you and daddy are going through some things but that is NO excuse to talk to Karma this way." Heather barked at her.
"Oh, Heather, come on-" Marianne tried to get out but Heather wasn't having it.
"No, just go outside. I'll have George bring out cocktails. You definitely need one." Heather states, causing me to laugh a little.
Marianne squints her eyes at me before stomping away.
Heather sighed. "I am so sorry for her behavior. The food is almost done. You and Laura can head outside." Heather says gently before following after her mother.
I grabbed the tub of Triple Chocolate Crunch along with the two big silver serving spoons from the kitchen drawer and made my way back up to Laura's room.
As I passed the guest bedroom, I no longer saw Archibald inside, a great weight immediately lifting from my shoulders.
Still, I couldn't believe it. I'd literally slept with my best friends grandfather. How horrible is that? I mean, how old is he? He's got to be in his 60's!
I wanted to blame the alcohol, Mack, the champagne, or even maybe the loneliness I'd felt since the death of Rayquan. Or was it because I'd never had a real male figure in my life?
I shook off my thoughts and entered Laura's bedroom, where she laid passed out snoring in her bed.
Great.
The tub of ice cream was still cold and ready to be finished so I found myself laying at the end of Laura's bed, flicking through the television channels until I came across a show I truly loved: The Parker's.414Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNeEbOcDZRI
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A few hours later, I woke up to the sound of the doorknob being twisted and turned. The ice cream and the rum really put me out.
Laura was no longer in bed but I was wrapped up like a burrito in the thick blankets. Laura is so extra.
I wiggles my way off the bed, walking to the door to see who was behind it.
Archibald.
Before I could quickly close the door back shut, he stuck his foot between the frame.
"We need to talk." Was all Archibald said as he entered Laura's bedroom, locking the door behind us.
How did he know I was in here? Had he spotted me before I spotted him?
"Don't you think that's the last thing we need to do?" I reply, a bit sarcastically.
"Um, no. Clearly, we've realized we've done something we shouldn't have. And now it's time to address it." Archibald places his hands in his pockets, hovering over me, and looking deep into my eyes.
I huffed, averting my eyes to miss his gaze. "I agree."
There was a long moment of silence between us.
Archibald opened his mouth to say something but I stopped him. This was wrong. This man was at minimum three times my age. There was no way I could do this to Laura or Heather, who had always treated me like their own.
"Let's just forget everything that happened and never speak about it." I tell Archibald.
His face went blank, like he wasn't expecting me to say what I just did.
"Well, alright. Goodbye." He says quickly before making his way out of the room.
Yes, I did feel something small for Archibald but there was no way it could ever work. Sleeping with my best friends married grandfather was probably most horrible thing I'd ever done. I couldn't live with something like this.
After Archibald left, I put on my shoes and headed out. My guilty consciences was killing me. I couldn't be here.
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