Chapter 211

Stacey walked past a magazine stand. A front cover caught her eyes.

There he was in all his glory. Sitting at a table, holding Heather’s hand, a gentle expression on his face.

If she didn’t believe Heather, she believed her now.

You lying son of a bitch! Leaving all those messages acting all lovey dovey!

She just couldn’t stomach to talk to him, but as soon as she’s ready she would give him a piece of her mind, that’s for damn sure.

Cheyenne felt lonely again. Jon was gone, busy with the Habitat for humanity. It took a lot of his time, but he felt so passionate about, his face lit up everytime he spoke about it. At least he will be back tonight but he was flying out in a few days again.

Richie stepped up to the porch and she jumped up glad to see him home again.

“Hey, Rich! I missed you! How is Ava?”

He seemed tired to her, but very happy.

‘She’s doing great! She’s home.”

He hugged her, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“You look much better! Where’s Jon? Did he brand you again?” He inspected her skin playfully, winched as she slapped him.

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you and get a slap for my trouble.”

“What are you so all chirpy about?”

His face lit up and his smile reached his eyes.

‘I’m going to ask Stacey to marry me.”

Cheyenne looked up at his face, searching for a hint that he might be kidding. His face was dead serious.

“Oh my God..Oh my God!” she jumped up and down like a school girl.

“Did you speak to her recently?”

“That’s the only problem. I’ve tried to call her but she doesn’t answer her phone.”

“That’s strange she always answers her phone or calls back when she missed a call. Wait let me try.”

She dialled the number and after the third ring she picked up.

“Hey, Stace! How are you girl?”

Stacey didn’t sound quite herself but when she mentioned Richie’s name she became down right nasty.

“Chey, you are living with them and they are practically your family now. I don’t want you to choose between me and them..EVER. I don’t feel like talking to Richie ever again. He made a damn fool out of me, and he didn’t even have the decency to be straight with me. So please tell him to go fuck himself, I’m not ready to speak to him, not yet anyway. And if he gives you his innocent look, ask him to have a look at the newest People’s magazine and tell him he should be ashamed of himself for hiding behind Heather and leaving it up to her to give me the news” Stacey was crying now and the confused look on Cheyenne’s face made Richie very nervous.

Cheyenne stood with the phone in her hand, staring at Richie not knowing what went wrong.

Stacey said her goodbye and Cheyenne closed the phone.

“What the fuck is wrong? You looked like you just received a death sentence.”

“Richie..Stacey doesn’t want to speak to.” She watched his expression carefully.

It turned from disbelieving to utter shock.

‘What are you talking about?”

“She rambled about you making a fool out of her and to have a look at the newest magazine. What’s going on Rich?”

Relieve washed over him.

“Oh that I saw that at the airport. Some gossip about me and Heather getting back together. That photo was taken when Heather and I went for some coffee at the cafeteria at the hospital. Nothing serious.”

“ I don’t think its as easy as that. She said you should be ashamed of yourself for hiding behind Heather and letting her tell Stacey about the news.”

‘News? What news?”

Realisation dawned on him.

“OH fuck…. The phone did ring, I didn’t imagine it! That’s why she said it wouldn’t work out..THE FUCKING BITCH!”

Cheyenne stared at him, not knowing exactly what he was saying.

He dialled a number, staring over the river as he waited for the person to answer.

“Yeah. Its me. Tell me what exactly did you say to Stacey?”

He kept silent and Cheyenne could see the fury in him growing by the minute.

“Listen Heather, you didn’t want me, that’s why you divorced me. I suffered through the divorce but I made it through. Now I’ve met someone and you think it’s a funny little game, telling her we are getting back together. What the fuck went through your skull woman? I’M NOT INTERESTED ANYMORE..get it?”

He slammed the phone down on the table, his face pale as death.

“How am I going to tell her this was all a mistake, a cruel joke played on her by a stupid bitch?”

“Give her a few days Rich. Let her cool off. Then you go to her, she cannot slam the door in your face. She’ll have to talk to you sooner or later.”

He took her hands in his huge ones squeezing it tightly.

“Yeah that’s what I’ll do..”