‘I have to tell Carmen. She has to hear it from me.’

‘But he doesn’t even know who she is yet.’

‘He found out my ***** number it can’t be that hard to find out who my girlfriend is.’

“Manipulative *****.” Her fists clenched in fury as she gritted her teeth and turned to face the wall. The words “I know what you really are” reverberated through her head, making it’s way to her heart where they stabbed at the broken muscle repeatedly. She brought her arm back and in a scream of rage she smashed her fist into the wall, denting it, and splitting the skin on her knuckles.

She hit the wall repeatedly until she couldn’t take the pain any longer. The small dent had given way to a hole the size of Shane’s fist, her blood was smudged along the edges of the void.

It had been a while since Shane had felt those emotions; the helplessness, the anger, the utter confusion of just what the ***** she was supposed to do now. Well, she knew what she had to do, she just didn’t know if she could bring herself to risk losing the love of her life.

‘If she loves you, if she truly loves you, then it won’t matter.’ She assured herself. “She loves me, she loves me unconditionally.” she repeated several times as a calming mantra. This was the ultimate test of their relationship, but it was just so soon.

Shane reached for the phone, her chest was so tight it was hard to breathe as she put out her cigarette in her coffee mug. After taking several deep breaths she dialed the number to Carmen’s cell phone, an uncomfortable scenario washed through her head.

Pouring her heart out over the phone. Carmen gasping in disgust and telling her that she never wants to speak to her again. A dial tone. The sound of shattering.

“Hello?” A tired yet happy sounding voice said on the other end.

‘You can do this, she has to know about everything.’ “Hey C.”

“Hey baby! I can’t really talk right now I’m in the middle of an emergency dubbing because of some late breaking news *****. Whatsup?”