~Oooooh hehe, just when everything was going well Becky turns up and it’s all confuzzled again!! Hehe, ahhh, just the way a fic shld be! Lol. thankies sooo much to everyone who reads this, means a lot to me! not much to say about this chap, so read on! Kate xx~
What was Becky doing here?! What the hell was Becky doing here?!!
Elisabeth felt herself going red all over her face, as the present situation that herself and Paul were currently in had been spied on and discovered by Becky.
And what must she be thinking?! She doesn’t know what’s going on. She must think… she just called me a slut…
She couldn’t take her eyes away from Becky; she felt so, so embarrassed, especially as she was in her bed!… and Becky looked so appalled at her… she couldn’t bear seeing her like that.
“Becky-”
“Whatever Liz,” Becky muttered, turning on her heel and looking like she was leaving as abruptly as she’d arrived.
Elisabeth cried out in her head in alarm, and pulled herself out of the covers, past a still and uncomfortable Paul and ran over the bed, jumped off and rushed after her.
“Becky!” She called.
“Go away Liz,” Becky warned, heading down the stairs.
Elisabeth quickly followed her. “Becky please! I didn’t know you were gonna be here-”
“Evidently.”
“Becky- don’t go!” Elisabeth cried, desperate, reaching the bottom of the stairs and running to the front door to block Becky’s escape. “Please don’t go,” she begged.
Becky looked at her a minute, stood in front of her, clad still in her pink pyjamas and her blonde hair hung loosely down her back- she didn’t look very old at all.
Becky in stark contrast was all dressed in blue and black; a top, jacket and skirt, her hair all done and neat, a bag over her shoulder. There was no mistaking who seemed to have the upper hand here.
“Liz, let me past,” Becky finally uttered adamantly.
“No!” Elisabeth said, still desperately, stepping forward a little. “Becky we need to talk!”
“Looks like you’re very busy to me,” Becky replied curtly.
“Nooo… please- you don’t understand!” Elisabeth wailed, trying to get the truth straight in this messy situation.
Becky tilted her head at Elisabeth and put her hand on her hip. “Liz- how stupid do you think I am? I don’t even know why I bothered coming down here in the first place! I thought when you’d phoned me earlier you’d really wanted to make it up to me, that you were for real. And now I come over and I find you in bed with another guy.”
“Becky- no! that’s not true… I mean; I do still want to make it up, of course I do, it’s all I want at the moment! I didn’t know you were coming over tonight- I thought you meant Saturday or Sunday…”
Oh no- that had come out wrong, hadn’t it?
Becky raised an eyebrow at her as if to confirm it. “Oh, okay then, next time I’ll come at a time that’s convenient for you, shall I?”
She stepped forward to get past Elisabeth, but she blocked her off again.
“Becky- don’t go!” Elisabeth pleaded. “This whole situation is wrong- I need to tell you what’s really going on!”
“Hmmm- let me think,” Becky said sarcastically, “you were with my boyfriend for 3 weeks… and now you’ve decided to start sleeping with his best mate Paul!”
“I’m not sleeping with Paul!” Elisabeth blurted out.
Becky raised the eyebrow again. “Oh; how is that so?”
Elisabeth wanted to let it all spill out- everything that happened tonight involving Paul; and most importantly that they were engaged, but she couldn’t yet. Not when she had so much to say. She racked her mind to try and find what she’d been wanting to tell Becky all this time, as now the time had come to say it.
“Becky- about Steve…”
“Oh save it, Liz!” Becky muttered, trying to get past again.
“No- Becky I need to tell you this!” Elisabeth cried, feeling tears brimming in her eyes.
If this was her one chance with Becky, then it was going horribly wrong so far.
“Becky- the whole Steve thing was the worst mistake of my life!” She cried out. “I wish to God it had never happened! I never wanted it to, I never would have done anything to hurt you deliberately- please know that! Just when things get too… deep… you make stupid decisions-”
Becky sighed, and looked at the floor.
“But that doesn’t mean I excuse myself from what I did! What I did was awful! If I could take it back, I would! And now all I wanna do is have the chance to explain myself, and hopefully we can be friends again!”
At the minute that looked the most remote option, fate was working against her. But Becky didn’t say anything to stop her continuing; she just carried on looking awkwardly at the floor.
Elisabeth took a deep breath and began quickly before she changed her mind.
“I’ll tell you honestly and truthfully how everything happened. On the Saturday morning, after you slept with Steve for the first time, and when you went out shopping, he came onto me in the kitchen- he kissed me. And it freaked the hell outta me because… well… y’know, it was my first kiss and all…” She blushed a minute, whilst Becky muttered bitterly,
“Cute.”
Elisabeth quickly carried on.
“And Becky- I tried to stop him, I did! I said we couldn’t do this because he was with you, but he kept going on about how that didn’t matter, and I told him to go, but he wouldn’t and he kept kissing me-”
“Then why didn’t you stop, Elisabeth?” Becky demanded, looking up at her sharply. “If you were so “loyal”, then why the fuck did you keep going?!”
“B…B…Because…” Elisabeth stopped, feeling all upset and ashamed. “I couldn’t help myself,” she said, looking down; a solitary tear falling down her face.
“You couldn’t keep yourself from my boyfriend- fantastic!” Becky cried condescendingly at her. “You didn’t even care that in the end he was with me- that he was making me happy! You were just out there for yourself!”
“It’s true!” Elisabeth wailed, pathetically. “I know- you’re right! I was selfish! Steve had been the only guy to take an interest in me, and when we were together he made me feel so good about myself… I couldn’t stop…”
“How many times were you exactly together?” Becky demanded.
“I dunno… a few times…”
“How many, Liz?!” Becky cried.
She was making Elisabeth feel like a small, frightened rabbit. When she intimidated her like that, she was too scared to get the words out.
“Becky, I don’t know,” she whimpered, trying to stop the floodgates coming. “I really don’t know!”
“Okay then, let me rephrase the question: how many times did you sleep with him?” Becky asked menacingly.
Elisabeth’s head shot up then- amazed and aghast. “What?!”
Becky still looked as stern as ever; she wasn’t joking in the slightest.
“How many times did you sleep with him, Elisabeth?” She repeated calmly, folding her arms. “And tell me when and where as well. I want to know just how much of a idiot you’ve been.”
Elisabeth couldn’t believe this! Becky thought she’d
slept with Steve?! How could she?! She should know her better than that! She
would never, ever have gone that far… okay, actually, she would have
done… but she hadn’t, and that was what counted- right?!
“Becky- there were no times!” She said back to her. “I didn’t sleep with Steve!”
“Liz,” Becky warned, dangerously.
“Becky- I didn’t!” Elisabeth insisted, pleadingly. “What makes you think I would do that?!”
“Liz- I know what Steve’s like; and I know he could have eeeeasily made you do it! So don’t lie to me- tell me how many times!”
“What if I stood up to him?!” Elisabeth said in response. “Didn’t you think I may have said no to him?!”
Becky laughed; mockingly. “Liz- you can’t stand up to anyone. You’re pathetic.” She grew tired and angry again. “Just tell the truth.”
“I am!” Elisabeth cried at her.
“No you’re not!” Becky cried back, the two of them shouting now.
“Becky- look at me!” Elisabeth pleaded. “You really think I’ve slept with him? That I’ve slept with anyone?! How can I? I know nothing!”
“You slept with Paul,” Becky threw back.
“No I didn’t!!” Elisabeth cried, at that moment a sudden movement on the stairs making her look up; and there was Paul, hesitantly wavering there, watching the two girls. He’d thrown on a T-shirt now and had been trying to keep out of it, but now he had to see what was going on.
“You were in bed with him!” Becky retaliated back.
“That means nothing!” Elisabeth cried. “There’s a perfectly good explanation for that-”
“Oh yeah, like there’s a perfectly good explanation for everything you do, Liz. One that means you come out looking all shiny and innocent… it’s never your fault- oh no! And of course you haven’t been shagging every guy you set your eyes on! What’s the matter? Feeling left out, are we?” Becky narrowed her eyes at the girl she’d reduced to tears in front of her.
Elisabeth didn’t know what to do. What was the point? Becky wasn’t listening to her point of view at all, she wasn’t believing her or letting her explain.
She didn’t seem to have anything left to give anymore.
“I haven’t slept with anyone,” she mumbled, running past Becky and she started jogging up the stairs; crying, slowly falling apart.
As she passed Paul he tried to stop her, looking concerned and trying to comfort her, but she just pushed past him, not wanting him, and ran upstairs to her room and slammed the door.
A silence fell over the other two people, who stood there awkwardly, now knowing what to do or say.
The whole thing had got out of hand now; Elisabeth was upset, and nothing had been solved.
Paul took this as his opportunity to do something.
“Becky, can we talk?” He asked her, stepping slowly down the stairs.