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voice trailed off to a squeak.
Zoe turned and leaned against the counter, feeling a lot like a Mack truck had t-boned her. “What? How good my life is? Really, Amy?” She managed to squeeze out around the fist that had settled around her throat. She turned again and looked out the window, taking a slow breath and trying to relax. “You know, Amy... This is the last thing I needed today, but since you decided to drop the bomb on me that you fucked my boyfriend too, I think you need to get the hell out of my house. Now.” She was starting to shake, and tears were filling her eyes. She had always been the type of girl to handle her anger in only one way. If she ever got mad enough to cry, people were going to be hurt. She'd only gotten that way a few times in her life, and Derek had been the root cause of most of them. “Just tell me one thing. Did he come on to you or did you initiate?”
Amy looked at her toes. “I initiated.” She looked up finally, tears filling her dark eyes. “I'm sorry, Zoe...” She reached out to her.
Zoe smirked, tears filling her eyes as she threw her hand up like a stop sign. “Don't fucking touch me, you bitch, unless you want me to break your nose. Get the hell out of my house. I must be the ONLY girl in the world who would have two best friends fuck her boyfriend. So, it's been going on the whole time?”
Amy nodded, and reached out again. “I'm sorry.”
“ Even after Mama died? That weekend too?” Amy nodded and Zoe took a slow breath, trying to get her shaking under control. “Get. Out.” She screamed, pointing at the door. “Take your shit and get the hell out of my house. I'm DONE.”
Amy took a step back. “You don't mean that, Zoe. We have too much history.”
She grinned wickedly through the tears. “Like hell I don't. I'm done. All the history we ever had has been a lie. Get out.” She pushed off the counter and went around her. “Let me get your things for you.” She stomped down the hall, grabbed Amy's bag, threw the rest of her things in it and hauled it back down the hall. Once she reached the front door she stepped out onto the porch and hurled it into the yard.
“ Zoe! I have expensive makeup in there!” Amy came out the door and thundered down the stairs, going to check on her things.
“ Yeah? You always were worried about having possessions instead of worrying about the people who fucking loved you. Take it and get off my property. I'll call your mom to come get you.” She rushed back inside the house and threw the bolt lock. Amy beat on the door.
“ Let me in. Let's talk.” She pleaded.
“ Go to fucking hell, Amy. I can't with you.” She picked the phone up and dialed a number she'd known since elementary school. “Hi, Mrs. Yoakum? You need to come get Amy.”
“ Why baby? What's wrong?” The woman she'd considered a second mom asked, her voice honey smooth on the line.
“ She fucked my boyfriend. Furthermore, she's been doing it for years now. I need you to come get her.” Zoe slammed the phone down. She realized she needed to call Daddy's boss back. “Fuck,” she grumbled as she looked up the work number.
She punched the numbers in viciously. Alice picked up on the second ring. “Alice Taylor.”
“Alice. This is Zoe Parker. His girlfriend hasn't seen him either.” She chewed her thumb.
“ Zoe, I don't know what to say. Protocol says I'm supposed to let him go, but I'd like to hold his job until we hear what is going on. Do you want to come check his locker and see if there are any clues? Of course, you need to call the police too.”
She leaned against the counter and put her head into her hands. “Hell. Yeah, Alice I can be there in about ten minutes. I'll call the cops on my way. Is that okay?”
Alice replied quickly, “Yeah, that's absolutely fine.”
She hung the phone up, put her sandals on, grabbed her purse and flung the door open to see Amy standing on the porch with her arms crossed. “About time you opened
Zoe turned and leaned against the counter, feeling a lot like a Mack truck had t-boned her. “What? How good my life is? Really, Amy?” She managed to squeeze out around the fist that had settled around her throat. She turned again and looked out the window, taking a slow breath and trying to relax. “You know, Amy... This is the last thing I needed today, but since you decided to drop the bomb on me that you fucked my boyfriend too, I think you need to get the hell out of my house. Now.” She was starting to shake, and tears were filling her eyes. She had always been the type of girl to handle her anger in only one way. If she ever got mad enough to cry, people were going to be hurt. She'd only gotten that way a few times in her life, and Derek had been the root cause of most of them. “Just tell me one thing. Did he come on to you or did you initiate?”
Amy looked at her toes. “I initiated.” She looked up finally, tears filling her dark eyes. “I'm sorry, Zoe...” She reached out to her.
Zoe smirked, tears filling her eyes as she threw her hand up like a stop sign. “Don't fucking touch me, you bitch, unless you want me to break your nose. Get the hell out of my house. I must be the ONLY girl in the world who would have two best friends fuck her boyfriend. So, it's been going on the whole time?”
Amy nodded, and reached out again. “I'm sorry.”
“ Even after Mama died? That weekend too?” Amy nodded and Zoe took a slow breath, trying to get her shaking under control. “Get. Out.” She screamed, pointing at the door. “Take your shit and get the hell out of my house. I'm DONE.”
Amy took a step back. “You don't mean that, Zoe. We have too much history.”
She grinned wickedly through the tears. “Like hell I don't. I'm done. All the history we ever had has been a lie. Get out.” She pushed off the counter and went around her. “Let me get your things for you.” She stomped down the hall, grabbed Amy's bag, threw the rest of her things in it and hauled it back down the hall. Once she reached the front door she stepped out onto the porch and hurled it into the yard.
“ Zoe! I have expensive makeup in there!” Amy came out the door and thundered down the stairs, going to check on her things.
“ Yeah? You always were worried about having possessions instead of worrying about the people who fucking loved you. Take it and get off my property. I'll call your mom to come get you.” She rushed back inside the house and threw the bolt lock. Amy beat on the door.
“ Let me in. Let's talk.” She pleaded.
“ Go to fucking hell, Amy. I can't with you.” She picked the phone up and dialed a number she'd known since elementary school. “Hi, Mrs. Yoakum? You need to come get Amy.”
“ Why baby? What's wrong?” The woman she'd considered a second mom asked, her voice honey smooth on the line.
“ She fucked my boyfriend. Furthermore, she's been doing it for years now. I need you to come get her.” Zoe slammed the phone down. She realized she needed to call Daddy's boss back. “Fuck,” she grumbled as she looked up the work number.
She punched the numbers in viciously. Alice picked up on the second ring. “Alice Taylor.”
“Alice. This is Zoe Parker. His girlfriend hasn't seen him either.” She chewed her thumb.
“ Zoe, I don't know what to say. Protocol says I'm supposed to let him go, but I'd like to hold his job until we hear what is going on. Do you want to come check his locker and see if there are any clues? Of course, you need to call the police too.”
She leaned against the counter and put her head into her hands. “Hell. Yeah, Alice I can be there in about ten minutes. I'll call the cops on my way. Is that okay?”
Alice replied quickly, “Yeah, that's absolutely fine.”
She hung the phone up, put her sandals on, grabbed her purse and flung the door open to see Amy standing on the porch with her arms crossed. “About time you opened
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