Rya places a hand on my shoulder. “Babe, then why do you keep thinking he’s cheating?”
“I’ve told you how he’s been acting and now he goes out on the weekends and doesn’t come home until the sun is up.”
“He does?” she asks in a sudden high-pitched voice, as if she’s in shock. “You never told me that.”
My brows furrow as I stare over at her, questioning her sudden shock. “I told you everything else; I didn’t think that bit mattered.”
“Well, it does.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Yeah, why?” Ezra asks with a curious look on his face.
Rya’s eyes flicker between us. “It just does. I mean, I would think you were cheating on me if you were going out all night on the weekends. So… It changes everything.” She lifts her gaze to Ezra.
Ezra shifts in his seat. “So, I’m assuming he saw you out looking for him?”
I nod, letting out a sigh.
“What did he say when he saw you?” Rya asks.
“He told me I’m crazy and I have no proof of him cheating and…” I pause for a bit, waiting for the tears to stop, because those words are still on my mind, crushing my heart. “He said he doesn’t come home because he doesn’t want to come home to me.”
Rya and Ezra gasp.
Ezra runs his hands against his jaw. “I don’t understand what the hell has gotten into him. Maybe I should go talk to him?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Rya snaps.
“Why?” Ez asks.
“Because.” She pauses, avoiding eye contact with us. “What if it makes things worse?”
Ezra’s brows knit together. “He can’t keep treating her like this.”
Rya raises her hands, leaning her back against the couch. “Okay, I warned you.”
I narrow my gaze at her. “Why would he make it worse?”
Maybe this way I’ll get more answers to my questions. What I’m doing isn’t answering anything.
She still avoids eye contact with us. “I don’t know, maybe because this is a serious thing that’s going on between the two of you and then you’re involving us. Might make him even more mad.”
“I don’t care how mad he gets. He’s acting like a piece of shit,” Ezra says.
“Well… what if it ruins your friendship?” Rya asks, narrowing her gaze at Ezra.
He raises his shoulders and slumps them down hard. “I don’t care. Vi is our best friend too. Do you not want to help your best friend?”
“Don’t put words in my mouth. I didn’t?—”
I throw my hands up. “I didn’t come over to start another argument. I don’t care if you guys talk to him or not. It’s up to you guys. I’m not here to get you two involved; I just didn’t know where else to go.”
“Well, I’m going to talk to him,” Ezra states firmly.
I glance over at him and a small glimpse of hope that someone cares for me hits me. I thought it would be Rya, but she sounds like she doesn’t want to get involved. Which isn’t like her because of how close we are and how much we’ve always stood up for one another. But I know she’s having her own problems, so that could be why.
I cover my mouth as a deep yawn escapes me. More tears fall from my eyes. Not sure if they’re from me actually crying or my deep yawn. Who knows at this point? I’m overly exhausted. My body throbs like it’s been running a marathon for months with no breaks. I understand more how Ashley felt when she said she got to the point of being exhausted. It’s only been a couple of months, and I’m already wiped out.
