Who We Could Be - Chelsea M. Cameron Page 0,11

good as dead. She couldn’t forgive him for this, I didn’t care what kind of excuses he made. There was no excuse for this. None.

To think of him throwing her away made me want to throw up. He had her and all he had to do was not fuck it up, and he couldn’t even do that. Death was too good for him. I’d never had thoughts this murderous before in my life. Incandescent rage, brighter and hotter than the sun, simmered and tingled in my veins. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see flames to sprout from my fingers.

“We were getting married,” she said, and raised her head from my shoulder and sniffed. I handed her the washcloth again.

I finally spoke. “Did you confront him?”

“Yeah. He denied it, but then I showed him his phone and he couldn’t deny it. He said it was one mistake, but I don’t know how you can call fucking another girl for months one mistake. That’s where he’s been instead of working late. He’s been with her.”

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“No, you’re not.” Monty grabbed my arm and dug in with her fingernails. “You’re not going to kill him, because I need you to help me get through this and you can’t do that if you’re in prison for the rest of your life.”

“Only if I get caught,” I said.

That made her huff out a little laugh. “You’d get caught, you’re not nearly as sneaky as you think you are.”

“Okay, so help me get away with it.”

She shook her head. “No, you’re not going to kill him. And I’m not telling you her name because I don’t want you going after her. When I asked him if she knew about me, he said she didn’t.”

“But you’re going to tell her, right?”

Monty pulled her hair over her shoulder and started braiding random pieces.

“I think I have to. I’d want to know if it was me. I just need to figure out how to say it. She might not even believe me. If he could lie to her about being engaged, think about what else he might have told her?” That was a good point, but we had to at least make an effort to save someone else from destruction at the hands of this poor excuse for a human being.

“You can figure that out later. Right now what do you want to do?”

Monty looked around her apartment and sighed.

“I don’t really know. My entire world just fell apart and I’m supposed to be getting married in a few weeks, so maybe we should order some pizza, I don’t know.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped from my mouth.

“Let’s get some fucking pizza.”

Our town was so small that there was no such thing as delivery pizza, but I called in the order to the pizza place that was attached to the hardware store, Charlie’s. There was another restaurant that had pizza, but Charlie’s was better, hands down. The recipe for the sauce had been handed down, and I had no idea what made it so magic, but I would have pounded shots of that sauce if I could.

The two of us could have walked to Charlie’s to pick up the pizza, but I didn’t think that Monty was in a state to leave the apartment, so I took my care and made the two-minute drive. It took me forever to pick up, because I had to shoot the shit with Wendy, the cashier, Rose, the owner, and several customers who were eating at the counter.

I interrupted Hank, a local yokel who didn’t seem to have a job, but always had money, and made my escape.

“I would ask what took you so long, but I know what happens when you walk into Charlie’s,” Monty said, when I walked in much later with the cooling pizza.

“Sorry. I’m just really bad about cutting and running. I don’t know what it is, but people seem to want to tell me their life stories.” Monty took the pizza from me and held my chin with one hand.

“You just have one of those faces.” She let go and went to the kitchen to grab some plates for the pizza. If I was in charge, we would have eaten it from the box while sitting on the floor, with maybe some paper towels, but Monty had always been classier than I was.

She started setting up her little table, but then she pressed her hands to