"Babe what is the password for your laptop." I grabbed Tasha's laptop from the table. The smell of food was already beginning to make my insides churn. The hunger which I was barely feeling minutes ago, came full force. Waiting seemed like forever, even though she was on the final stages of the cooking. I had to find something to do.
"Just type your name, followed by your birthday." I can't even describe with words how much I was thrilled. It felt really good to know that someone genuinely cared about me. They say it is always the small things that matter, it wasn't an exception with me.
I took the laptop with the aim of watching at least a comedy in order to push the time. But the moment the laptop powered on, my instincts pushed me to peek into her gallery. I was expecting maybe some snapchat photos and the photos which I usually send him, but I was shocked. The gallery was full of photos, but these photos were only of two people. Tasha and that guy I saw on the picture earlier. How did she tell me they relate again?... yeah her uncle…she told me it was her uncle. And he died after being kicked by a horse. But in the gallery his photos were many! What I didn't understand is why would Tasha care to keep a lot of photos of a dead person and not keep even a single photo of mine, her boyfriend.
At first I didn't think much about it and continued scrolling. But the photos that followed afterwards took away my peace of mind. Most of the photos they took together, they seemed more of a couple rather than a child with her uncle. There were some where they were even kissing. Not that kissing, but isn't a peck on the cheek also a kiss? And what was his hand doing around her waist every time they were taking pictures? Shouldn't a person with their uncle have some boundaries. My blood was beginning to boil, and I knew I might erupt at any time. I tried to control myself. I thought maybe I was only overthinking and continued scrolling. But what I met down snapped the remaining bits of my self-control.
"Tasha, why haven't you send these nudes to me?"
"What? Babe but you see my body almost every day. I thought these things are not necessary."
"Wow! Not necessary. Then tell me who the hell do you send them to? To whom are they necessary? And who the hell is this guy?"
"Babe why did you even go to my gallery? I told you she was my uncle, and she died."
"And you expect me to believe that bullshit? "
"Babe, please listen to me. Let's just eat we'll talk about this later okay? Plus, I really had an important issue I wanted to tell you…so please babe don't do this." My heart was really suspicious. My instincts have never lied to me, and seeing those photos already made me feel betrayed.
"Okay, I will eat. But after that you'll have to give me a convincing explanation. Its better be not what I'm thinking Tasha." I don't know what kind of magic Tasha used, but she managed to calm me down. But that didn't mean that it was over because inside my veins blood was still boiling. Even my appetite had vanished.
"It's not babe. Trust me, you're only overthinking…" her statement was cut short by a knock on the door.
"Were you expecting someone?"
"No! why would I do that?" Tasha said while walking to the door to check who was knocking. The moment she took a peek through the keyhole, her expression changed. I could see the confusion which was evident on her beautiful face.
"Tasha, what's wrong?"
"Nick I'm sorry but…"
"You're sorry for what? I don't understand." I had a bad feeling about Tasha's sudden apology. My instincts were silently warning me that something was wrong.
"I'll explain to you later…"
"No…just do it now…"
"For now you'll have to hide under the bed! The owner of the house has come."
"What do you mean the owner of the house has come? Haven't you completed your rent arrears?"
"Nick please, just get under the bed before it's too late. I'll explain everything to you after all of this is over." That's when it ringed in my mind, the one who was knocking was not the landlord but Tasha's 'boyfriend.'