The empty feeling inside her seemed to nag at her even more when she was with Ash. She was beginning to not like the way he’d make her feel sometimes and the emptiness seemed to be expanding. She had always assumed that falling in love would make it close.
“You ready?” Ash asked as she exited the cab at their usual meeting place one night.
“Um, I guess,” she said nerves about what she had planned, “I, um, seemed to have forgotten to get money from the bank today.”
Ash frowned, “we could go to the bank machine real quick if you need.”
“I thought of that already, it seems I left my bank card at home.” She lied.
Ash frowned; he dug out his wallet and paid the cab driver. She noticed his wallet had a decent amount of money in it. As they crossed the street to the club he lectured her on being more responsible. She half listened to him. Her stomach clinched up and she began feeling light headed. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
In the night club, Ash disappeared. She found herself spending much of her time there alone. (46)
She listened to tid-bits of conversations of the people who passed her by unnoticed.
“He’s such a mooch” a female voice behind her said.
“Truly,” another female replied, “have you seen his latest sugar momma?”
Both girls laughed. Then the first one said, “She looks like he’s already driven her to the poor house.”
“I love how she never takes her coat off.” The second one laughed harder, “Like she’s ready to make a quick exit.”
“What girl isn’t when she’s out with Ash?” the first one laughed. “Never know when you have to make a quick dash to the ATM.”
The second girl was laughing harder by now. She sounded like she was trying to catch her breath. “I saw her once with out her coat, she looks like she’s trying to rock the whole little orphan Annie look.”
The two girls roared with laughter. After they’d had a good laugh one of them suggested they scope out the guys on the dance floor.
Amathyst got up from her seat, holding back her tears she slipped out of the club and called for a taxi. Once she was safely home, she curled up on her bed letting the tears out. She felt as if the emptiness would consume her.
Ash called her the next day. He didn’t seem the least concerned for her. He yelled at her for embarrassing him by just leaving like that. He mentioned something about a friend wanting to meet her and how he looked stupid when he couldn’t find her. Amathyst felt her heart sink. She half listened to what he was saying. After a while she just hung up the phone with out saying a word.
Amethyst was alone with the empty feeling again. It seemed to take over her. She seldom left her house other then to go to work. On her days off she didn’t bother getting dressed. (47)
She cut her self off from others. She didn’t call her friends or have anyone over. As the snow fell outside there was no visitors to her beach which was fine with her. She’d just spend snowy days curled up with a good book.(48)
After a few weeks of moping around in solitude she received a phone call from Matthew. (49)
“It’s a boy,” he announced excitedly. “Jessica would have called you herself but she’s busy with little Michael.” (50)
“Congratulations to you both,” Amathyst replied with a twinge of guilt. She hadn’t talked to Jessica since her argument with Matthew. She could only guess at what her friend thought of her now and what she imagined wasn’t very nice at all.
Matthew cleared his throat, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you so mad that you’d turn your back on Jessica. She’s really been missing you. I thought you just needed sometime to cool off.”
Amathyst sighed, partly relieved, “I’m sorry if I hurt her, I should have listened to everyone’s warnings.”
“I was hoping for your sake we were all wrong,” Matthew said, “if you don’t mind my asking what exactly happened.”
With a deep breath Amathyst told Matthew everything that had happened between her and Ash. From the first time he visited to the berating phone call after she lied about being broke.
“Wow, he’s a bigger jerk then I thought,” Matthew exclaimed, “I wished I’d called you sooner to apologize. You could have used a friend.”
Amathyst laughed, “Don’t blame your self. I haven’t talked with any of my friends since that day you and I argued.”
“Hey, Jessica wanted me to invite you up for dinner next week, so you can see little Michael.”
“That would be nice, I’ve missed you guys.”
“Even me?” Matthew sound truly surprised.
“Yeah even you,” she laughed.