are little girls. Besides, my smile would be a lot bigger if I was that happy. Hell, I don’t think I have ever been that happy.”
“Come on, you can’t be serious,” he says it like I am a liar.
“I’m not saying I haven’t ever been happy, I have just never been ‘double rainbows and unicorns’ kind of happy.”
“You could have anything you desire and you haven’t reached that level of happiness?”
“Money isn’t everything,” I tell him.
“Says the woman who has never had to live without it.”
“Look, I get that people that don’t have a lot of money struggle and it makes things harder, but when you have money it’s hard to tell if people are really there for you, or if they are just around because of how many digits there are in your bank account.” I pause and think about that. “Amanda and Richard are the only two people that I see sticking by my side out of all of my friends.”
“Are you still in denial?”
Tell me he isn’t going to go there again. “I’m not in denial, I just refuse to believe the ramblings of a kidnapper,” I bite out.
He shakes his head then says, “You do remember that I worked side-by-side with your father at his office? The same office that your precious Richard works at.”
“Your point?”
“My point is that I have watched her every single Monday and Friday, walk into his office at four thirty on the dot and close the door. Couldn’t help but hear the sounds that came from the other side of that locked door. And when she was through, she would walk out she would stop at the elevator to straighten her skirt and reapply her lipstick.”
“Now, I know you’re lying. Dad would never have let that go on right under his nose.” Wait. Did he say Mondays and Fridays at four thirty? That’s not right. She is supposed to be in the dance studio at those times.
“He gets away with whatever he wants in that place. Hell, he basically tells your father what to do half of the time.” He clears his throat to continue, “Your father won’t even give up some of his money to get you home and out of harm’s way. Even though I would never hurt you, he doesn’t know that. What does that say about the likelihood of him stopping your fiancé from having a fling on the side?”
“I still refuse to believe it,” I tell him, but I can’t deny the churning in my gut telling me that it all adds up. I just hope that my gut is being snarky and I have to trust that my friend and husband to be wouldn’t do that to me.
Jen struts through the door hours later with food. I love that my mother isn’t here to get on to me for all this fast food I am eating, but I sure would kill for a home cooked meal.
“What’s for supper today? Burgers or burgers?” I ask.
“I thought I would live on the edge and change it up a bit. I got…” She pauses to pull the food out and hand it to me, “chicken.”
“Thrill.” I huff sarcastically.
Jen just laughs and hands the remaining contents to Lynkin. I pull my feet under me and open the cardboard container. Chicken strips and soggy looking fries. Ugh.
“Jen, do you mind staying here with Sage tonight?” Lynkin asks.
“Why?”
“I just need to get out of here. I swear it’s like these walls keep getting closer to each other.”
I set my food on the night stand next to the unusable phone. “The walls are closing in on you? Really? Try being pinned up in here for almost a fucking month without getting to step foot outside.” I give a bitter laugh. “You’ve got to get out of here. HA!”
“My bad, do you need some free time? Sure go right on ahead. While you’re at it, could you pick me up a new shirt that says ‘Wanted’ on the front in big bold letters?”
“Lynkin, she does have a point. It isn’t good for anyone to be cooped up for too long,” Jen speaks up.
“Are you
“Come on, you can’t be serious,” he says it like I am a liar.
“I’m not saying I haven’t ever been happy, I have just never been ‘double rainbows and unicorns’ kind of happy.”
“You could have anything you desire and you haven’t reached that level of happiness?”
“Money isn’t everything,” I tell him.
“Says the woman who has never had to live without it.”
“Look, I get that people that don’t have a lot of money struggle and it makes things harder, but when you have money it’s hard to tell if people are really there for you, or if they are just around because of how many digits there are in your bank account.” I pause and think about that. “Amanda and Richard are the only two people that I see sticking by my side out of all of my friends.”
“Are you still in denial?”
Tell me he isn’t going to go there again. “I’m not in denial, I just refuse to believe the ramblings of a kidnapper,” I bite out.
He shakes his head then says, “You do remember that I worked side-by-side with your father at his office? The same office that your precious Richard works at.”
“Your point?”
“My point is that I have watched her every single Monday and Friday, walk into his office at four thirty on the dot and close the door. Couldn’t help but hear the sounds that came from the other side of that locked door. And when she was through, she would walk out she would stop at the elevator to straighten her skirt and reapply her lipstick.”
“Now, I know you’re lying. Dad would never have let that go on right under his nose.” Wait. Did he say Mondays and Fridays at four thirty? That’s not right. She is supposed to be in the dance studio at those times.
“He gets away with whatever he wants in that place. Hell, he basically tells your father what to do half of the time.” He clears his throat to continue, “Your father won’t even give up some of his money to get you home and out of harm’s way. Even though I would never hurt you, he doesn’t know that. What does that say about the likelihood of him stopping your fiancé from having a fling on the side?”
“I still refuse to believe it,” I tell him, but I can’t deny the churning in my gut telling me that it all adds up. I just hope that my gut is being snarky and I have to trust that my friend and husband to be wouldn’t do that to me.
Jen struts through the door hours later with food. I love that my mother isn’t here to get on to me for all this fast food I am eating, but I sure would kill for a home cooked meal.
“What’s for supper today? Burgers or burgers?” I ask.
“I thought I would live on the edge and change it up a bit. I got…” She pauses to pull the food out and hand it to me, “chicken.”
“Thrill.” I huff sarcastically.
Jen just laughs and hands the remaining contents to Lynkin. I pull my feet under me and open the cardboard container. Chicken strips and soggy looking fries. Ugh.
“Jen, do you mind staying here with Sage tonight?” Lynkin asks.
“Why?”
“I just need to get out of here. I swear it’s like these walls keep getting closer to each other.”
I set my food on the night stand next to the unusable phone. “The walls are closing in on you? Really? Try being pinned up in here for almost a fucking month without getting to step foot outside.” I give a bitter laugh. “You’ve got to get out of here. HA!”
“My bad, do you need some free time? Sure go right on ahead. While you’re at it, could you pick me up a new shirt that says ‘Wanted’ on the front in big bold letters?”
“Lynkin, she does have a point. It isn’t good for anyone to be cooped up for too long,” Jen speaks up.
“Are you
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