"Shit.. Tasha are you ok? Why were you running like that?"
Blade was so busy looking at my rib region, he didn't notice my hair or the fact I was spitting fire at him with my eyes. I was also very aware that Katrina could be coming up behind me so I darted around Blade so he was between me and the she demon from hell!
"What the fuck did you do to your hair?"
Blade was dumb. Really freaking dumb. I hadn't seen the hack job that was done to my hair but who the frack would do that to themselves?!
"Blade your wifey just -"
Before I could even verbalise what had just happened, Katrina was behind Blade, sliding her arms around his chest and sobbing loudly into his back.
I definitely noticed Blade stiffening when she first touched him, though it was likely just surprise, however he then turned and cradled her in his arms, stroking her hair and making soothing noises.
I felt like I was witnessing a car crash.. you know when you know you shouldn't look but you can't help yourself?
"What happened baby?"
I'd gotten so used to the bastard in front of me calling me baby I ALMOST humiliated myself and answered; but he was talking to his girlfriend not me.
"She.. she.."
I rolled my eyes as she gasped out words in between cries, clutching on to Blade like he was her lifeline. Blade, noticing my disgust, calmed her until she could speak normally throwing me a quelling look whilst he did so.
"I went into the Conservatory.. I was looking for you.. she said you weren't home but that you were hers and she was going to get rid of me. Then she cut off her hair and said she was going to frame me so you'd hate me!"
As she finished she started wailing again, nestling into Blade pitifully. I was laughing.. what she said was so unexpected and so so stupid that I couldn't help but laugh.. though when Blade looked at me thunderously I realised that probably wasn't helping prove my innocence..
"Oh come on Blade, you can't possibly believe that absolute nonsense?!"
If he believed her then he absolutely wasn't the person I thought he was. He'd known me for months he couldn't possibly believe I was capable of the kind of nastiness she just described. Then again he'd known and dated her for years and didn't seem to realise she was a raving psychopath!
For a moment.. just a brief moment.. he sent me such a tortured look but he masked it within a second and I decided I must have imagined it.
"Tasha go outside I'll have Briggs take you home, I need to see to Katrina. I'll send a hairdresser to your home and when you've recovered we'll need to discuss what happened today."
I laughed again in disbelief. What was happening? I hadn't even wanted to stay here but he'd bloody acted all high handed and not given me a choice and now he was kicking me out to comfort my attacker?!
"Blade there's only one thing I need to know, who do you believe?"
"I believe Katrina"
"Then you're a fool. Don't send the hairdresser.. since I did this to myself I'll fix it myself."
Spinning I stalked out of his house and out of his life.
* * *
"How're you feeling T?"
"I've spent two days in bed basically inhaling sugar, I've really been channeling my inner sloth"
Lane snorted out a laugh and I smirked, though she couldn't see me through the phone. It had been two days since I left Blades and he hadn't even attempted to contact me.
When I'd seen my hair I'd been absolutely gutted, my previous long tresses were butchered to just below my shoulders. I'd changed my destination with Briggs from my mums house to Lanes and hired a home visit hair stylist to come and fix my hair otherwise my mother would have asked too many questions!
My new style was actually really nice, the back of my hair was just above my shoulders while the front was longer falling below my shoulders. It was wavy and fierce and I loved it.
"Are you still going to help Blade? Nate said his men will have finished going over the property tonight and we'll be able to go through the boxes and photos tomorrow."
I grimaced, really unsure of what the best thing would be. What Katrina did was awful and Blade supporting her was, if possible, even worse. I remembered my mum leaving the horror house and realised whether I wanted to see him or not I was involved.
"Yeah I kind of have to help because of my mum but would it be really childish to ignore him?"
"Yes! You need to act completely indifferent that's the best way to make him hurt honey."
I smiled, picturing Lanes evil vengeance look.
"Everyone needs an Abigail Lane in their life."
"Ha, come to mine tomorrow morning and I'll do your make up, let's really make him suffer."