“Don’t you dare, not another word from you Betsy.”
“Trish…” she lets out a deep sigh. “I don’t know whether to be happy for you or to cry.”
“I was thinking you would be happy for me, I’m finally in things with a guy you would approve of.”
“Trish what the hell is going on with you? You’re barely over Chris and you’re getting your freak on with Harvey. He is Bryan’s best friend for crying out loud. He’s not some random guy you can just break up with and never see again.”
“It’s a wonder I’ve never met him before Betsy.”
“You met him before but you were too busy mooning over Chris to remember his visits, he used to live in another state for years and commute back and forth, now he’s back here for good, don’t you change the subject on me, was he such a good kisser that you could skip the “getting to know him” process and just jump right into having s*x with him, that was the exact same behavior you had with Chris and the guy you dated before him. That got you into trouble, thought you would have learned your lesson by now.”
“Stop making me sound like a wh*re Betsy, we are attracted to each other and things just got out of hand. One minute we were watching a movie and eating popcorn, the next minute we are exchanging saliva. When that happens, there’s not much you can do about it, sh*t happens. I don’t know why I’m defending myself to you anyways.”
“If not me who else is going to hold you accountable for your actions. Harvey has been through a lot since the accident and I don’t want to see either of you hurt. Don’t use him as some rebound guy for Chris.”
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“Accident? Harvey was in an accident? Betsy what are you talking about?”
“It’s not my business to tell, sorry Trish.”
“Girl, you have already let the cat out of the damn bag, tell me about Harvey’s accident now.”
“There’s not enough words to describe the nightmare Trish, I’ll just have to show you.”
Betsy goes into her bedroom and grabs her laptop, she had it on sleep, so it started up the moment she flipped the top part up. She brought up YouTube in the Mozilla browser, then the date of Harvey’s accident. The views goes up yet again as they watch in horror the graphic detail on a crash that Harvey had been very lucky to survive. When the video was over, tears streamed down Trish’s eyes. She was suddenly overwhelmed with pity and grief for all those people who were either critically injured or dead due to careless actions of a negligent driver. Harvey could have died. The video drove in the harsh reality of the unfairness of life, yet how precious it is, time lost could never be regained, now that she had been intimate with Harvey, she couldn’t picture life without him. Now she understood how she always sensed melancholy, under the veneer of the vibrant, driven persona he presented to the world.