“I want some ice cream,” Circe said, halfway through the movie she, Joey, Lance, and Amaryllis were watching.
“Now that you mention it, so do I,” Amaryllis agreed. “Want to go get us some, guys?” she asked, glancing at Lance.
“Get it yourself,” Lance told her.
“Joey?” She glanced at Joey, who grinned and shook his head.
“I agree with Lance. You want it, you get it.”
“You two are so mean,” Amaryllis complained, pouting. “Please?”
“Yeah, please?” Circe pleaded, giving Joey a puppy dog face.
“You’re the ones that want it, you’re the ones that can get it,” Joey told her.
“Fine, be that way,” Circe said. “But don’t expect me to share it with you.”
“Same goes for you, Lance,” Amaryllis said, glaring at Lance. “C’mon, Circe. We’ll go to the store and get some ice cream.”
The two girls walked out of the house and headed for Amaryllis’ car.
Calypso stared at the small drop of blood forming on her wrist. Realizing what she’d nearly done, she threw the razor across the bathroom, landing next to the bathtub. She sank to her knees, tears running down her cheeks. She rested her head on her knees and cried. Cried for the first time since that day in last year, in September, when Justin found out who she was.
She couldn’t believe she’d nearly killed herself. What am I doing to myself? she asked, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She looked terrible. Bruises running up and down her arms, a few faint ones on her face. Her cheeks were stained with tears, her eyes swollen and red.
“This isn’t me,” she whispered to her reflection. “I can’t keep on doing this. I’m going to end up doing what I almost did tonight.”
Suddenly, she yawned. She felt exhausted. All she wanted to do was sleep.
Calypso washed her face and pulled on her pajamas, then crawled into bed. Her last thought was, Call Justin first thing tomorrow morning.
“Amber, please stop calling me and coming over,” Justin said to the blonde woman. “I don’t want to date you. You could do better than me. I’m still in love with someone else. You need someone who will love you.”
Amberlyn glared at him. “Oh, you’re an asshole, Justin. Was I just a replacement for the bitch you love?”
“Amber, it isn’t like that. I thought I could love you, but I don’t.” Justin ran a hand through his short curls. He didn’t want- or need- her pissed off at him.
“Who is it? Who are you in love with?”
“It’s not important who I’m in love with.”
Amberlyn’s blue eyes narrowed. “Oh, it’s that chick you were dating last year. the one who turned out to be some rich girl runaway, Cali whatever or something.”
“Calypso Jordan.”
“Yeah, that chick. So you’re still in love with her?” Amberlyn laughed. “Well, Justin, sorry to disappoint you, but she’s engaged to someone. Someone that isn’t you.”
“How the hell do you know that if you don’t even know her name?” Justin demanded. “I already knew that. I’ll get her away from him. He’s an asshole who beats her.”
“I hope she stays with him and he ends up killing her. It would serve all of you right.” With that, Amberlyn flounced from the house.
“I can’t believe they made us get the ice cream,” Amaryllis complained, pulling into the parking lot of a small gas station.
“Me neither,” Circe said. “We’re not sharing with them.”
“Hell no.” Amaryllis walked in the store, followed by Circe. The minute they entered the store, they regretted it. They were in the middle of a robbery.
“Stay right there,” the masked guy in front of the counter demanded, swinging his gun around to point at the girls. “Don’t move.”
“Um, we’ll just turn around and walk out and forget this ever happened,” Circe said, slowly backing up.
“I said stay right there, bitch,” the guy yelled. “Freeze or I’ll kill you.”
“Ok, ok,” Circe said, stopping.
The guy turned back to the clerk. “What the fuck is taking you so long?” he screamed. “Where the fuck is the money.”
“Ah, right here,” the clerk whispered.
Amaryllis could see the sweat on his face and his shaking hands. Slowly, she inched forward, moving closer to the masked guy.
He swung towards her. “I said freeze, bitch,” he screamed, pulling the trigger of his gun.
Amaryllis ducked, but too late. It hit her on the right temple.
Circe screamed and rushed to her side. “Amaryllis!” she screamed.
The clerk, thinking he could make a move, grabbed a bottle from the shelves behind the counter and swung it at the guy. The guy turned before the bottle hit him and shot the clerk. Grabbing the bag of money, he rushed from the store, pausing only to fire at Circe.
Circe felt a burning sensation in her arm where the bullet hit her. The last thing she remembered was Joey’s face before she passed out.
Chapter Seven
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