“Ouch!” Zara cried out in pain as I dabbed the cotton ball over her wounded lip again.
After I rescued her from my crazy girlfriend, I drove us back to Jordan’s place and I was trying to do damage control on her bruised face. Her lip was torn, her eye was swollen like a golf-ball and she was bleeding from a nasty gash on her forehead as well as her knee. I was yet to establish what the fight was about.
“I’m sorry snowball,” I scrunched my face. “I’m trying to be gentle but it’s going to hurt anyway.” I leaned forward and she gripped the edge of the bathroom counter as she braced herself for the sting. “Let’s talk? Tell me what happened?” I glanced down at her clothes, covered with mud, and realized her face was also caked with dirt.
“Why don’t you ask your psycho girlfrie-Oww!” her head snapped back with a piercing yelp. “How much longer are you going to torment me?!” she whined and whimpered like a toddler. “It’s bad enough you bad girl beat me up.” Her mounds of curly blond hair were in disarray, and her lovely face and sweet disposition were temporarily ruined.
“Can I get you a whiskey or something?”
“I’ll be right back,” I said and dropped the swab in the trash can on my way out.
When I was done patching her up, we went to the kitchen so I could fix us both something to eat. I opened the fridge and piled ham, sandwich spread, cheese, lettuce, a tomato and bread in my arms; and allowed the door to shut on its own then put everything on the table.
“Do you mind if I crashed here tonight?” Zara asked before biting into her sandwich. “I don’t want to go home looking like this.”
“Sure, there’s lots of space,” I readily agreed. “Besides, I’ll be glad for the company it’s just me left. Everyone else is gone.”
“Great-I mean cool-sorry what I meant to say was thank you.”
“Chill out okay?!” A throaty chuckle escaped my lips. “It’s not a big deal, really.”
“I don’t appreciate it any less,” she flashed a shy smile. “Thanks for letting me stay.”
“I’m should apologize for Blue’s behavior. I don’t know what’s got into her lately. She’s not usually violent.”
“Are you saying this is my fault?” She conveyed her displeasure with her body rather than her voice.
“No,” I corrected hastily. “I’m just saying this isn’t like her.”
“Of course,” she snorted. “Blue can do no wrong in your eyes.”
“Can you please tell me what happened? What started the fight?”
“Earlier today, she had her goons escort me to the airport. But after I threatened to have them arrested for kidnapping and harassment they let me go.”
“What? Why would she do that?!”
The solemn moment was broken with a snicker that went around the room. “She has got it into her head that I want to kill you.”
“Try telling that to your lover,” she rolled her eyes. “I don’t even know where she came up with such a bizzare-why would I even want to kill you?”
I studied her battered face in silence for several moments before I replied. “I don’t blame you for getting upset. I’m so sorry Zara.”
“Don’t be,” she reached out and squeezed my shoulder. “This isn’t your fault.”
“I’ll talk to her-”
“Don’t waste your breath on her,” she finished her bread and brushed the crumbs from the sweatpants that I had fished out of my suitcase “She might just give you a black eye too.”
“I can’t let this go,” I said just as my phone cried out for my attention. “Speak of the devil,” I said as I opened the text message that was short and to the point.
Cookie: ‘Please come over? I need you.’
I shot her a text that I was on my way and stood up. “I’m sorry snowball but I’ve got to go.”
“You’re going to her aren’t you?” she narrowed her eyes. “After what she did to me you’re running back to her?!”
“It’s complicated Zara,” I sighed and bent over to kiss her forehead. “I don’t need you to understand,” I said and stepped back. “Don’t wait up.”
“It’s way after midnight. Are you just going to leave me here?” she demanded. “All by myself?”
“We were about to go to bed anyway and you’re perfectly safe,” I glanced around. “Jordan’s got tight security. Only an idiot would dare to break in here.”
“I was here because of you, Corbyn. You’re the one that brought me here to begin with.”
“There’s no need to be upset,” I sighed. “If you want to go home I can drop you off on my way to Blue’s-”
“Forget it!” Zara brushed past me without sparing me a look. “I will call a cab.”
“Zaaa… don’t be like this…” I groaned and trailed up the stairs, following her into the guestroom. “Let me take you home? Please? It’s on the way, snowball. Come on?”
“I can’t do this anymore, Corbyn.” Tears flooded her eyes as she retrieved her clothes and purse from the bed.
“Zaraaa!” I sighed and jabbed both hands through my hair. “Aren’t you over-reacting just a little bit? What is this even about?”
Suddenly she stopped and swung around to face me. “Are you so dense that you can’t see that I am in love with you?!”
“You can’t be. You know that I love-”
“Blue!!” she screamed out. Her one good eye flashed dangerously and the veins were sticking out on her graceful neck. “You love Blue! And only Blue! I’m sure the whole universe knows that except the snarky princess herself!”
For the life of me, I couldn’t understand where the animosity was stemming from. “I have never kept it a secret. I am not ashamed about the way I feel for her.”
“If only she felt the same way!” she taunted. “But she doesn’t!”
I recoiled inwardly at the malice in her eyes. “Why are you being like this? You’ve always known that I love Blue. But now that you’ve confessed your real feelings you expected me to reciprocate them, didn’t you? Well, I don’t. I won’t!”
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t care,” she said before she dashed out the door and ran down the stairs. A few seconds later the front door slammed shut.