The Wolfs Maine - By Jinni James Page 0,17

was trying to think of the safest answer.

"Lena. Tell me."

"Avalon, not now. This is not the time or place for us to have this conversation. Let’s just say I know some things that other people do not and I'm sure you will find out when the time is right. You are my closest and dearest friend and I want nothing more than to tell you everything but it needs to wait. Can you please wait Ava?"

I looked her in the eyes and could tell this was really bothering her so I agreed to let it be...for now. It's not a very good feeling to know your best friend is keeping things from you but at the same time I have to understand that if she isn't ready to tell me then I have to trust that she will tell me soon.

Finally we got Lena dropped off at home with a promise she would call me tomorrow and then I see my long winding driveway. The car makes its way up and around the curves of my driveway to my lavish and in my opinion unnecessary house since we were never having any children as far as I was concerned. I paid the driver and got out of the car and looked up towards my bedroom window.

By now it was five in the morning, and there he was in the window watching me as I got home. No doubt he was getting ready for work and just happened to see the lights from the car, but still it was creepy. I make my way into the house ready for the wrath that was Nicholas to start. I always dreaded coming home, no matter where I went, no matter if Nicholas was home or not. There was always a creepy feeling in this house. I walk in the front door and there is Nicholas almost all the way down the stairs.

"I trust you had a good time out to be crawling in at Five o’clock in the morning."

"I'm not crawling Nicholas and yes I had a good time. It was nice getting out with the girls." Nicholas examined me closely. He looked me up and down before settling on my face again.

"The girls. Did you run into anyone else?" This was the typical jealous and possessive Nicholas.

"No Nicholas. I did not. I went out to hang with my girlfriends not to meet anyone else."

"Okay Ava. Just checking. What did you do until five o’clock then? I know they are not interesting enough to talk to until the wee hours in the morning."

"You have some nerve Nick. My friends are interesting to me. We sat and talked and drank until we were ready to go home. They were ready quicker than I was because if I had my way I wouldn't have come home at all."

"Be careful what you wish for Ava my dear. You never know what you will get. Now I’m going to work. I trust you can get the house in order and have dinner ready before I come home tonight, even though you've been partying till dawn?" Even though he phrased it as a question, it most certainly was not a question.

"Yes Nick. Everything will be done as usual." He looked back at me.

"It better be. And don't call me Nick, you know I hate that."

"I know. Too bad you don't take that into consideration when you call me Ava." Of course I said my last sentence quietly and where I was sure he wouldn't hear. No need to draw this out any longer. I just wanted him to leave.

Finally he walked out the door making sure to slam the door as usual also ensuring it kills my now very bad headache and gets in his car and heads off to work. All I can think about is how much I want to crawl into bed. I make my way up the stairs and to my bedroom. There was a note on my bedside table that read:

"I washed the sheets. They smelled terrible. You could at least wash them every once in a while. You can thank me later." Of course he can't just do something and let it go; he has to pound it into my head that he did ‘my job for me’.

Oh God! Did he smell John on the sheets and that's why he washed them? He wouldn't have known that's what it was, or would he? It never occurred to me to wash the sheets.