The clock ticked loudly from the wall. She was standing by the window watching the rain cascaded down the window. She was alone and for once she liked it. There was too much happening for her to want anyone near her. She had made choices, some good … some were bad. But she accepted her consequences and was ready to go on with her life. He wanted her to suffer. He wished public humiliation on her. He wanted her to hold her head in shame. For a while she did. She fell into his trap but she wouldn’t stay there. She could not stay in a hole that was on meant to be her home. She was not dead and would not bow out.

 

She walked to the bed and grabbed the remote before she flopped down on the bed. Amy noticed the show was Cheaters. She sighed … there were constant reminders of what she did. Adam was trying to reconcile with his wife so that left Amy as the friend once again. She was okay with that. It was too much for her to handle. Everyone could tell she was stressed. She had lines that showed on her face. She had not slept well in weeks or may be months. She jumped at the knock on her door. She reluctantly answered it.

 

Amy noticed that he hole was covered. She opened the door. She smiled as she was surprised to see Trish. She felt like she was the loneliest person until Trish smiled. Trish would know hoe to make things seem a like better. Trish entered the room and instantly reached out to her. She could tell from the embrace that Amy was just holding on yet her character, Lita, was a relentless bitch. Amy offered Trish something to drink. Trish laughed at the selection. They used to down Miller’s but tonight they had the hard stuff. Trish placed some ice in the cups and watched Amy pour the Jack.

 

"So…" Trish began.

 

"SO?" Amy echoed.

 

"I noticed you and Matt are doing the friends thing." Trish put out there as she swallowed quickly.

 

"Yeah… says he cares… yada… yada. He left his cell at the table when he sent to the bathroom. Some bitch named Jacey called him." Amy said before turning the glass up.

 

"You answered it?" Trish questioned astonished.

 

"The bastard checked the message in front of me." Amy paused as she refreshed her drink. "I promise he turned up the volume."

 

"You need to…" Trish paused as there was a knock on the door. "You expecting anyone?"

 

Amy sighed and walked to the door. She exhaled loudly before opening the door. "Matt, this is not a good time… Trish and I were…"

 

"Drinking… the girl talk can wait… I brought blizzards." Matt said giving a half ass smile.

 

Trish stood and excused herself. She pulled out a cd and placed it on the dresser. "Call me if you need me!"

 

Matt flopped down on the bed. He extended to Amy a blueberry cheesecake blizzard.

 

Amy looked into the empty cup as Matt rambled. Amy should never have opened the door. She was a glutton. She did this "quality times" with Matt because she felt obligated to giving closure to an otherwise good relationship. She regretted it always afterwards. She still cared for Matt may be too much. Adam was able to leave the past in the past but Matt could always make the past real again.

 

"I just don’t understand how you could fuck him and still love me. I mean you are truly the slut that everyone thought you were and apparently still are." Matt said spitefully.

 

"Matt, really, if you need an ego boosting… then I suggest you go down stairs. I can’t keep crying and rehashing the past to make you feel better. Grant it, you were there for me in tough times. But we are no longer together. I can not even consider you an acquaintance now. I need you to please leave my room." Amy said as Matt reluctantly left.