Honey, it's so good to be home! I
missed you," It felt good to be back with her best friend. "God, I
missed you!" At that moment, she started bawling. She was cold,
wet, tired and hungry.
"Oh, honey, come here girl, what's going on?"
She hugged her again. Marti could feel the warmth of her embrace, a
friends’ much needed touch. She needed more than anything to just
know someone cared. Annie was that someone and she was good at
it.
Marti took a deep breath, her words coming in
spurts. "I left him....I can't...I can't stand me anymore.
So I left...in the middle...middle of the night." She sobbed, the
tears flowing down her face. "I didn't know where to go...so I came
here." She sniffled. "Is Tommy here?"
"What happened, Honey? Are you okay? Are you
still married? Is that guy nice to you? Did he hurt you?" The
questions came fast and furious. Annie was about to go ballistic if
he had hurt her friend.
Marti cried, waving her hand in the air, "Oh
Annie, no, he didn't hurt me, he's actually pretty wonderful, but
I'm so fuckin' stupid. I don't know how to be some rich bitch who
eats with the right fork and - and there are maids and butlers and
people who wash my clothes. I even have a gal who buys my fucking
clothes…" she shrieked, covering her face in her hands, the sobs
shaking her whole body.
After a moment, the tears subsided and she
reached for a tissue to blow her nose. Taking a deep breath, she
looked up at her and stroked her long dark hair. Sniffling, she
spoke. "Annie, I just wanna be normal, I don't wanna be a diva.
That's not me. "
Annie rubbed her back, trying to calm her.
"Oh honey, come here." She pulled her in close for another hug.
"Tommy's gone until tomorrow, he's out fishing with his buddies.
You want a drink or something?"
She sniffled, "Yeah, you got some
whiskey...wine? Anything?"
"Sure hon, here." She handed her more
tissues. Annie got up and went to the liquor cabinet. It was a bit
too early for drinking but with a friend in need…she poured two
short glasses of Jack and went back to the couch. "Here. This'll
calm you down. Now tell me all about it."
Marti took a swig of the hard liquor and felt
the familiar burn, she shuddered and took another one. "I don't
even know where to start. When I left here, I went to Savannah. I
was gonna grab a bus to L.A. then met this guy at the café by the
bus station, but you already know all of that. Blah, blah, blah, we
got married by accident 'cause we were too freakin' drunk to know
what the fuck we were doing and then this fuckin huge scandal pops
up 'cause I guess he had a fiancé like twenty some years ago."
She paused, took another drink, and
shuddered. "His fiancé got in a really bad car wreck a couple of
weeks before their wedding and she died. He kinda freaked out about
it and went into hiding 'cause his heart was broken."
She finished the whiskey and stood up and
walked across the room to pour another one. She turned to Annie,
"Anyway, I guess I got caught up in the middle of that, but get
this….he has an assistant, or so he calls her his assistant and I
just think they are fuck buddies. But - "
Annie sat there for a sec, frozen, then shook
her head, "Woah, hold on a sec…fuck buddies? He has someone living
over there with y'all? Are you sure, did you see them?"
"No, I've never seen them and he denies it,"
she said, swallowing the whiskey and then filled her glass again.
She walked back to Annie, "But I see the ways that bitch looks at
him. Makes me wonder what she's up to and they have an awful lot
of," she gestures her 'quote' fingers, "'meetings' in her office. I
mean, she works at our house. Who the fuck works at their bosses'
house?
Sounds like a good old fashioned fuck buddy
to me. Work, my ass. I'll show that little bitch some work. Right
about the time I take her out back and give her a little history
lesson."
Annie smiled, "Oh my God, Marti! Do you hear
yourself? You've obviously lost your mind, talking about whoopin'
someone's ass