Summer Chic Lit: Diary of a Breakup, Chapter 5

Want to get caught up on past entries in Jade's diary? Read chapters 1 , 2, 3 and 4.

Dear diary,

Oh my God!  I can’t believe what Katrina sent me.  When I saw it I immediately became sick.  I ran to the bathroom and gave my Red Lobster dinner to the toilet bowl.  Then I felt it.  A sharp thumping pain formed in the back of my head.  The pain traveled and lodged itself in the front of my head.  My forehead and temples throbbed something fierce.  I could hardly raise my head.  I began to tear up, but that only made the pain in my head sharper.  I lowered my head, slowly walked to my room, and went to bed.  I stayed there for two days feeling totally betrayed and defeated. 

After two days of me laying in bed my mom came into my room and sat down on the bed.  “Jade,” she said, “You haven't left your room in two days. Are you sick?  Are you planning on going to work today?”

“I called out sick.  I haven’t been feeling well.”

“Was it the seafood?  You seemed fine after you came home from dinner.”

“No mommy, it wasn’t the food.  I have been having migraines.  I found out something about Justin and it really is affecting me.”

“Do you feel like talking about it?”

“Not really.”

“Jade, since you came back home, you have been very quiet about why you and Justin broke up.  It has never been my style to pry and I’m not going to start now.  You know that your father and I are here for you if you need us.”

“I know mommy.  Thank you.” 

She rose from the bed and started heading for the door.  She opened the door and before walking out, she turned around and gave me a concerned look.

“I hope you and Justin can work things out.  I have grown very fond of him, but I don’t like seeing my daughter in bed with migraines over something that he did.  I don’t know what is going on between the two of you, but I do know this…you are a Hawthorne and you are built from stronger stuff than that.  I will see you when I get home from work.  Don’t stay in that bed too long.”

She closed the door and left me in the room in silence.  She was right.  I was stronger than that.  I didn’t know where I was going to get the strength from, but I was going to get it.  My head still felt a little woozy.  I sat up and proceeded to place my feet on the carpet. I grabbed my phone and checked my emails.  I deleted the junk mail and looked at the message Katrina sent me a couple of days ago.  I never bothered to read the message I just started looking at the pictures. The message read:

Hey J, it has been a minute.  I hope all is well.  I’m sending you something that I think you should see.  You know I am not one for drama or getting into other people’s business, but I just couldn’t stand by and not do something.  I don’t like hurting you, but I thought you should know.   XOXOXOXO Stay up, your sister 4 life Trina.

There were four pictures attached with her message.  The first was a picture of Justin and Michelle on the dance floor of a club.  She had her arms around his neck and he had his hands on her ass. The second picture was of them dancing--or should I say gyrating--together.  The third picture was of him kissing her on the forehead, and last was of Michelle bending over in front of Justin.  He was smiling like a businessman getting a lap dance on his lunch break.   

The first time I saw it I became sick.  The second time made me furious.  Justin lied to me.  He told me that he needed time to think and that he was spending his summer at the Cape.  Those pictures were taken last Friday.  I have never known Justin to lie to me.  He must be moving on with her.  The Justin Gardner I know is dead.  I wanted to throw my phone, but then what would I have to talk on? 

Instead I called Denise.  I knew she didn’t have a job during the summer so she was able to come right over.  When she came over I gave her my phone and said, “Take a look at this.”  She looked at the pictures twice.  Her eyes opened wide and her mouth hung open.  Then she looked at me and said, “Girl, who sent you this? I can’t believe it.  Is that your man and that tramp you were telling us about at dinner?”

“Yo De-De, if you can’t believe it, imagine how I feel?  And yes, that is the tramp I was telling you about.”

“Are they together Jade?”

“I don’t know.  It looks that way…doesn’t it?”

“I am so sorry.  Have you approached him?”

“No.  After I saw the pictures, I’ve been in bed for the last two days with a migraine.”

“Oh, hell no!”

“Yeah girl.  Justin lied to me,” I said in disgust, “When he came back to pick up his Pacifica he told me he was going to his parents house in Cape Cod for the entire summer because he needed to take a mental break or some crap like that.  Then my home girl sends me this.”

“Oh hell no Jade,” she said looking at me like a drill sergeant, “You know those pictures are foul.  That fool has to be dealt with and so does she.  Your pride is at stake.  If you want to get back with him after something like this…well that is up to you, all I’m saying is there must be sanctions for behavior like this.  That is the lowest of the low.” 

We decided that I would hold off on approaching Justin.  We agreed that a face-to-face confrontation at the scene of the crime would be best.  I will wait until Friday and I will just pop up at the club to surprise them and everyone.  I haven’t spoken to Justin since he came and got his SUV.  Just to throw out a line I sent out a text that read:  How is the Cape this year?  He took the bait and sent me a reply that read:  It is good.  How are things out in Jersey? 

I did not bother to return his text.  I just wanted to see if he was going to admit that he was still in the city.  He lied, typical of a man with something to hide.  Justin Gardner is truly dead.  So was Jade Hawthorne for two days, but like Lazarus I am resurrected.  The showdown is Friday night.  Let the games begin.

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