calls. Tiffany is the only person that knows about Bri’s infidelity. In fact, there is nothing about her life that Tiffany doesn’t know.
The two women have been best friends since becoming college roommates over nine years ago and share everything. Beyond the occasional squabble, they’ve always gotten along. But now Bri can’t help but to think back to how angry Tiffany was earlier in the day when Jake had shown up at the salon unannounced. His arrival had precipitated their first argument, which ended with Tiffany telling Bri to get her head out of her ass and remember what a jerk Jake was.
‘Why didn’t I listen to her?’
And the biggest irony of all? Brianna had actually planned on telling Jake to take a hike today, but after the heated argument with Tiff, Brianna had stormed out of the salon office and straight into his comforting arms. He’d been lurking outside the door and no doubt heard their entire argument and was more than happy to provide Bri some solace, especially since he and Tiffany hated one another.
In all honestly, Brianna can’t really blame Tiffany for being so anti-Jake. After all, Tiff had a front row seat to all of the totally fucked up things Jake did to Bri during the two years they dated. It was Tiffany who had to help pick up the broken pieces of her friend each time Jake had torn her down, both mentally and physically. In addition to frequent verbal lashings, Jake’s sexual style with Briana had become increasingly rough. By the time Bri had finally been ready to end things with Jake, he had started to include borderline violent sexual play and discipline. Jake tried to pass it off as a BDSM lifestyle, but Tiffany characterized it as domestic abuse and often tried to convince Brianna that she was being battered.
While Bri never had to seek medical treatment, there had been several close calls when Jake’s use of his favorite implement – the cane - caused long- lasting bruises and welts. It was only after Jake had stolen her away for a Valentines Day weekend to send her home with dozens of open cuts across her butt, upper thighs and breasts that Brianna had finally come to her senses and dumped him. His continued refusal to allow a safe word for her safety was the final straw, and that weekend all of her screaming and begging to stop had gone unheeded. It had taken her weeks to heal physically and even longer to heal emotionally. Tiffany had been sure to throw the ‘Valentine’s Day Torture’ into their argument that morning when she expressed her fears not for Bri’s marriage, but for her safety as well.
Knowing she can’t avoid it any longer, Bri calls the salon. Tiffany has obviously been waiting for her number to pop up on the Caller ID.
“It’s about time you phoned in,” Tiffany answers angrily. “While you were out fucking around, your husband called here twice looking for you. Damn you for putting me in this position. I love Markus, and I hate having to lie to him.”
Brianna’s face flushes with shame. “What did you tell him?” Surely Tiffany wasn’t so upset with her that she’d told him the truth?
Tiffany lets out a long sigh. “The first time I told him you were with a client and couldn’t be disturbed, but when he called back again saying he couldn’t reach you on your cell, I knew he wouldn’t keep buying that. How could you do this to him, Bri? Or to me? I was maid-of-honor at your wedding. Do you know how much I hated lying to him and telling him that you’d left to go to the gym to work out?”
Brianna releases the nervous breath she’d been holding. “Thank you so much for covering for me, Tiff. That was a good idea about the gym. Did he believe you?” She can hear the quaver in her voice.
“Of course he believed me,” Tiffany replies accusingly. “He’s a great guy who has no reason to think I would ever lie to him. And for the record, I really resent being drug into this.”
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