Andrew slowly began the long walk over to where Jessi
and her sister, Glenda, were staying in the hotel. They were there
visiting him for a few days.
He knocked on the hotel room door and he could hear
movement from behind the door. Finally the door opened and Jessi
greeted him with a smile. "Hey, what's wrong?" she
asked, her smile fading when she looked up at him.
"Can we talk for a moment, out here, in the
hallway." he quietly asked her, tugging nervously on his
blonde hair. She nodded and stepped out into the hallway, closing
the door behind her.
"Jessi, I...you know I really care about
you. But...I...we....it's just not working out. I'm sorry." Andrew
told her, trying to avert his eyes from her brown ones.
"What are you talking about? Not
working? We were working out just find one hour ago!" Jessi
asked, confused and shocked.
"I...I..can't explain. It just
wouldn't work out between us. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I do
care about you." he said but Jessi interrupted him.
"If you cared about me then you wouldn't be
doing this, now would you?" she whispered, tears streaming down
her face. Then she slipped quietly back into her hotel room.
Andrew stared at the closed door, feeling a heart
wrenching pain. Slowly he walked back to his hotel room.
He dialed Alannah's cell phone number and told her voice mail that he
would meet her tomorrow, in his room.
***
Alannah straightened her short black skirt and
smoothed out her long, light brown hair before knocking on Andrew's door.
He opened it and his facial expression remaind blank as he gestured for
her to enter his room.
His eyes traveled over her. She was a good
looking woman. She stood about 5'9" and weighed about 155
pounds. She wore the short black skirt and a white silk shirt.
She turned to face him with a smile. "So...did
you do it?" Alannah asked. "yes, I did. I did
exactly what you asked. So, why don't we just end it here?" Andrew
asked.
"I don't think so. Dumping that little
slut was only one part of the deal. Andrew, darling, I want your
money. Your name." Alannah explained in a condescending tone.
"You are such a little money grubbing
bitch." Andrew spat out. Alannah shot him a cold look.
"yes I am. And don't you forget it Bastard." she
snarled back before walking towards the door.
"Well make this a quick thing. At city
hall. A week from now. At home. Be there." with that
she walked out into the hallway, slamming the door behind her.
As Alannah made her way down the hallway, she saw
Glenda, Jessi's sister walking towards her. Both women immediently
narrowed their eyes at each other. There was no love lost between
the two of them. Lately, whenever they met, words were
exchanged...unkind words.
"And what are you doing here?" Glenda
asked. "I'm here to see my man, Andrew." Alannah
stated bluntly. "He's not your man...in case you hadn't
noticed, there's an ex in front of your title." Glenda reminded
her.
"Not for long. We are getting
remarried in one week. That's why I was in his room, to discuss it.
So shut your mouth, okay, Bitch." Alannah bit out.
"Don't call me a Bitch. You are the only
bitch here. And why would he dump Jessi for you?" Glenda
asked, looking her up and down with disgust.
"Because I'm better than your
cunt-sister." When Alannah said that, Glenda stepped up so
she was only an inch from her. Glenda stood 5'6 and a half inches
and weighed 280 pounds. She knew she could take Alannah if she
wanted to. But now, she wanted to talk to Andrew.
"I'll deal with you later, two faced
whore." with that Glenda stalked off down the hall to Andrew's
room.
***
Glenda stood in front of Andrew's door, knocked and
then ran a hand through her mahagony hair that was streaked with pink.
Andrew answered the door with a dejected look on his face.
Glenda entered the room and looked at him carefully.
To put it nicely, he looked like hell. "What's going on?
You break up with Jessi last night and now you are going to remarry
Alannah? what's happening?" Glenda asked him
quietly.
"News travels fast." was all
Andrew muttered. "I ran into Miss Slut of the Year outside.
She told me. Andrew, talk to me." Glenda gently
commanded.
"There's nothing to tell." he
said, turning away from her. Glenda grabbed his arm and forced him
to turn towards her again. She grabbed his face and forced him to
look at her. The moment his eyes met hers, his face crumbled.
"Oh God Glenda. Does she hate
me?" he asked. "No, she could never hate
you. But she is really hurting." Glenda admitted.
"I had to Glenda. You gotta understand
that. If I hadn't she would have been hurt more." Andrew
cried out. "Andrew...what would hurt her?" Glenda
asked.
"Alannah. She doctored a tape to make
it sound like I didn't love JEssi, that I was going to dump her to marry
Alannah. It was fake, but it sounded real. And Alannah is so
spiteful, she would go to no end to provide fake proof. I had to
break up with her, and I had to marry Alannah, or she'll give Jessi the
tapes." Andrew let the words tumble from his mouth,
relieved that someone else knew.
Glenda sat in shock, not knowing what to say or do.
Andrew sat looking at her, a pleading look in his eyes. "Do
you think....in time....Jessi would ever forgive me." Andrew
asked.
"Andrew....she'll forgive you.
But....I'm....I don't think she'll ever be able to trust you in the same
way. Be with you....you know what I mean?" Glenda asked.
"Yeah, I think I do. I messed up, and I'll
be forever paying for it. Won't I?" Andrew again
asked her. Glenda nodded slowly. "Do you think if I
went and apologized to her now, that it would help matters?" he
sighed.
Glenda shook her head, "andrew...Jessi left
early this morning. She wouldn't even tell me where she was going.
Just that she'd be in touch. And that she'd be safe. She said
she had to get away. You really hurt her. I'm not trying to make you
feel bad...you know I love you as a brother...but it's the truth." Glenda
told him.
Andrew held his head in his hands and felt his heart
breaking. Glenda watched, her own heartbreaking at what was going on
between these two people who had so much love inside for each other.
She vowed, someday, somehow...Alannah would pay.
