September - 2020
Music fills the backyard and I hum along to it before passing Sav a glass of the raspberry slushie ice drink.
"Is this alcoholic?" Sav raises an eyebrow at the drink. I shrug in response and she laughs.
"It's Becky. Of course it is," Haydon scoffs before holding his hand out for one. He came home half an hour ago, promptly interrupting our girlie day in the sun.
"It makes it better," I argue before handing him a half filled one. Take that, Haydon.
"Seriously?" He rolls his eyes before snatching the jug from me and topping it up.
"Haydon! I'm trying to mend a broken heart over here!" I moan before gesturing to an amused looking Savannah. "Stop drinking our happy juice."
"Looks to me like you're drinking more than Savannah is," he counters before raising his glass towards her. "Sorry to hear you're going through a rough time."
She smiles in response. "I'll be okay, thank you."
Haydon soon excuses himself, thankfully. He heads into the house with his drink and I yell after him that he can't have another refill. I don't miss the rather friendly grin he shoots my best friend before disappearing, narrowing my eyes at the sight. What's he playing at?
"I'm okay, Bec, honestly," Sav tries to assure me. I roll my eyes.
"Give up! The boy you've pretty much been with all year just made out with your best friend," I retort. "You're fucking stupid if you think I believe you're okay."
It's been a week since Sav found Brett in the arms of Georgia, and I've made it my mission to distract her from the absolute betrayal from both of the snakes.
Sav smiles at the last of my words. "Thanks for letting me come here. Elle was working and I didn't fancy lounging around on my own."
"Any time." I grin. "I am more than equipped to help you forget both of those idiots." I reach out, turning the speaker up. "Come on!" I reach out for her hand and she groans.
"I don't think dancing in your backyard is going to help me," she insists and I shake my head, tearing the glass out of her hands and placing it on the table beside me. With one last yank, I haul her onto her feet and shimmy her hands back and forth.
She laughs as I encourage her to dance. She's trying to resist, doing her best to pretend she doesn't want to give in and ignore the real world. Letting go of her hand, I reach for the speaker and turn the Little Mix song up even more. She giggles, slowly starting to move her hips beside me.
I'm screaming the song in her face, whirling around enthusiastically as she giggles. I grin at the sight, knowing that I'm succeeding in helping her forget.
Sav fully lets herself go, jumping up and down on the paved slabs beneath her feet and singing into my face. I grab onto her hands once more, lifting her hand and twirling her around. She laughs.
"Do you know how loud that is?" The loud, deep, booming voice cuts both of us off. Sav's eyes are wide as I turn towards our driveway.
"George," I greet Brett's dad, reaching behind and turning the speaker down. He's always been a spoilsport. The only bad thing about living on this street. Well... obviously his son as well.
"Turn that music down. Absolutely abhorrent having to listen to that from three houses down," he snaps, his face turning red.
"I already have," I reply coolly, gesturing behind me to the speaker.
"I'll be making a complaint to the cops next time," he bites back and I grit my teeth before plastering a fake smile on my face.
"It's turned down," I repeat myself and he nods before turning and retreating down the driveway in his pristine suit. "Fucking idiot," I huff under my breath.
"Who was that?" Sav asks, her eyes wide, clearly alarmed by what just happened.
I shrug. "Brett's dad."
"Oh..." She breathes out, slouching back down on her sun lounger.
"Yep. He's as much of a dick as his son," I add, sinking down beside her.
Sav suddenly sniffles and I glance at her to see tears welling up in her eyes. "He broke my heart, Bec."
"I know," I tell her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and hauling her into me as she sobs. I grit my teeth, angry for my best friend. This is exactly why relationships are the wrong call.
*~*~*
Present Day - July 2028
Standing up from the bench, I flip my notepad closed and slide the pen through the paper, clipping it together. I've spent two hours out here in the sunshine, effectively planning three new potential gowns for anyone who needs a last minute dress for any events.
After all, Alice didn't give me very long last time.
Sav and Brett's backyard is gorgeous, luscious grass covering the majority of the area, a pool sitting pride of place close to the house. It's incredible, much better than any place in the middle of the city can offer.
I've been enjoying most of my days this last week out here, taking advantage of the hot weather before heading inside for the afternoons to sit in the air conditioning.
Sav works with Brett two days of the week, leaving me completely home alone in their gorgeous almost-mansion-sized home.
Heading up the stairs, I grab onto the glass french doors and step into the kitchen. I hear dimmed voices and raise an eyebrow, wondering who Sav's talking to. Leaving my notebook on the side, I head towards the living room, slowing when I'm able to make out her words.
"We need to give them time," she says.
"He wants to talk to her," Brett counters and I raise an eyebrow. He's not usually home so early from work.
"Becky needs space right now," Savannah answers and I inhale sharply. They're talking about Ellis and I.
"For how long? Ellis is hurting."
"So is Becky," Sav hisses and I smile at her defensive attitude. My best friend.
"I can't see how this space is going to help them," Brett tells her and I lean back against the wall beside me.
"Every day I'm talking to her a little more. I'll get through to her eventually," Sav replies. Through to me? "She's hurt right now, but I've never seen her like this with anyone before. She likes Ellis, she just doesn't want her heart broken."
"Nor does Ellis." Brett's reply comes instantly. I scoff, pushing away from the wall and heading back to the kitchen.
Diving into the nearest cupboard, I grab the vodka I picked up from the store the other day.
*~*~*
No-one noticed when I left Sav and Brett's house. I wandered down the road with the full bottle of alcohol in my hand, ending up in the park.
A dark, wooden bench has been comfortable enough for me the last half an hour as I slowly sip the burning liquid. Every time children run past, I try to hide the bottle by clutching it to my chest, smiling fakely at their parents. Their disdain filled stares show me that they know.
I'm a loser, sitting in a park on her own in the middle of the day. Drinking neat vodka. How neat my life has become.
Maybe I should move back home. Mom and Dad would happily take me, I know that. They've always been supportive, assuring me that if Haydon or I need somewhere to fall back on, they've got us.
I could also approach Haydon, but I can't bear the idea of living with my brother. I love him to high hell, but we've always needed our space from one another.
I'm slowly making more and more from my dress making. I'll be out of Sav and Brett's hair in no time.
Living on my own instead.
I groan out loud, lifting the bottle to my lips once more. What a dreadful thought. So fucking lonely.
"Sav imagined you might have come here." I freeze before pulling the bottle from my lips and replacing the lid on the top. He doesn't need to see me falling apart.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, not daring to look at him.
"I miss you," Ellis answers. I feel the wooden slats of the bench shift slightly as he settles beside me.
"I don't want to see you," I mutter.
"We can't keep doing this. We need to talk it through," he replies and I duck my head, swirling my finger around the outside of the bottle.
"I said what I needed to say."
"Please let me try to explain myself," Ellis exclaims and I purse my lips before shrugging in response. Sure.
"I should have told you about Cara," he admits and I smirk. Yes. You should. "The only reason I didn't was because she honestly never meant a thing to me. She was good in bed, I'll admit."
I grit my teeth at the words but stay silent.
"But other than that... I used her as a date every now and again because sometimes it was easier than going to a bar and picking up a random girl," he continues. "That was all it ever was. I stopped seeing her back in March when we reconnected."
Reconnected. I nearly scoff once more. It only took a couple of months for him to wear me down. I deserve this heartache for giving in so easily.
"She was truly nothing more than a no strings attached for me," he adds. "Nothing for you to worry about."
I purse my lips, finally looking up at him from under my matted eyelashes. They've suffered from my continuous crying this last week.
It's a rookie mistake. Ellis looks good, his eyes just as bright as always, lighting up a little more when I meet his gaze. His red shirt fits his body, his strong hands intertwined together on his lap.
"I don't care that you had dates with her," I tell him, my voice slightly hoarse. He looks surprised. "I don't care that you had sex with her all the time. I don't care if she meant something to you."
"What? Bec—"
"I care because you lied to me," I cut him off, holding my hand up. "Do you know how many people I've let my guard down for?"
His head drops and I nod.
"Sav, Zara, my family. And you," I tell him. "It takes a lot to break it down, but when it's down, it usually stays that way. I've never been anything but one hundred percent honest with you.
We spent months together, laughing about previous sexual partners and random dates. Yet you couldn't mention Cara once?" I question and he opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off. "She's been ringing you for months. I'm not stupid. She's under 'C' in your phone. Why would you code name that?"
"It wasn't a code name. I didn't care enough to put her full name in," he justifies and I laugh.
"That's cruel."
"Maybe," he agrees.
"Nevertheless, you had so long to tell me. But you didn't."
"Becky..."
"I can't forgive you, Ellis," I announce, shaking my head at him. I try to ignore the despair and panic on his face. Instead, I look away, down at the half drunk bottle in my hand.
"We're done." I hammer the nail in the coffin before standing from the bench. I don't look back as I walk away.