Kicked Out Part 2

MICHELLE POV

On my way back home, I stop at a gas station and buy some snacks before filling up my car.

As I get back onto the freeway, my phone rings. I answered it from the car without checking who it was.

"Hello?"

"I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY!"

"Linda?"

"Fine, you win. Take her. I don't want to see her or you ever again!"

"Linda, calm down. What are you talking about?"

"Amanda! I just kicked her out. If you want her that much, take her. I don't want her in my house anymore. Both of you can go to hell for all I care."

"Wha-what? Linda! LINDA!" I check my phone and see that Linda has already hung up. I click a button on my steering wheel and yell, "Call Amanda!"

I'm left confused and not sure as to what was happening, but I need to check up on Amanda.

"Hell-"

"Where are you!?" I interrupt her in a bit of a panic.

"Uhh...w-what?"

"I'm heading over to pick you up; send me your location."

"Oh, OK."

I wait impatiently, tapping my finger on the steering wheel. My phone pings, and I see a message from her with a link to, I hope, her location.

"Got it! Stay there. I'm a couple of

minutes away. "I say driving a bit faster than I should be.

I make it to Amanda, and my heart sinks seeing her sitting on the sidewalk with bags filled with her belongings, I assume.

I park next to her and get out of the car as quickly as possible. I noticed tears welling up in her eyes as I got closer.

As soon as she stands up, I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight. Her body trembles, and her breaths are shaky.

I hate seeing her like this.

"Let's go home." I tell her, wiping tears from her eyes. I help her into my car and place her bags in the trunk.

I hold Amanda's hand. The ride home was quiet except for the radio that quietly played pop music.

When we got home, Amanda fell asleep, still upset.

I take her belongings out of the trunk.

It seems that she was only able to get a couple of things out of the house.

I booked a ride and stepped out of the house when the car arrived. I worry about leaving Amanda alone, but hopefully I'll be back before she wakes up.

...

I back the truck up to the driveway and grab some boxes and bags before getting out. I take a deep breath before knocking on the door.

It's a while before the door opens.

"Michelle?" a stunned Linda answers the door.

"I came for Amanda's things."

She takes a minute to respond. I saw anger on her face, but she just sighs and opens the door wider, motioning for me to walk in.

I walk straight to Amanda's room, and I begin packing her things. I was surprised that Linda hadn't said anything or even attempted to stop me.

After packing pretty much everything but the furniture, I start taking the boxes and bags out to the truck.

As I'm walking out with the last of Amanda's belongings, Linda steps in front of me in lingerie.

I sigh at her desperate attempt.

"Linda-"

I wasn't able to finish my sentence as Linda moved forward, pressing her lips to mine. I instantly pulled my head back. I'm then forced to drop Amanda's things as Linda bites and kisses the nape of my neck.

I gently push her away, trying not to ruin our relationship further, if that's even possible.

"Linda listen-"

Linda again crashes her lips against mine, and this time I push her away with a bit more force.

Still, she doesn't stop trying to kiss me.

"STOP!"

I push her back, causing her to lose balance and fall backwards.

Tears began welling up in her eyes.

"I-im sorry..."

I say pick up Amanda's things.

"W-why?" I heard her say as she began to cry.

"Why, what?"

"Why her. Why Amanda?...and not me."

I wanted to run out of there and not look back, but I couldn't. We've been friends since childhood, and that's kind of hard to throw away.

"It..." I breathe out, trying to find the right way to express my thoughts.

"It was you, Linda. It was you for years. Through all the insults and through all the times, you made me feel like I was the only one. Only to use me and throw me aside while you went to other men."

"Do you think I did that on purpose?! You didn't know what I had going on! What was happening in my life?"

"I asked! Every time you seemed down, every time I forgave you and got back together, but you wouldn't tell me."

"There's nothing you could have done! Nothing. Except be there for me."

"I was Linda. I was, but I couldn't keep waiting for you."

"So you decided to fuck my daughter?!"

"I didn't do it on purpose; it just happened."

"So that makes it okay?!"

"No-I... I didn't do anything wrong; I just let myself fall in love. I love Amanda, and that's all that matters. For the first time in my life, I'm going to stop thinking about what others think or what you think. You had my heart at some point, Linda, but you didn't cherish it. Amanda looks at me with pure adoration, and I know that she feels the same."

I pick up Amanda's belongings and head to the front door. I was expecting her to get angry and hurl hurtful insults my way, but instead all I heard was her sobbing.

I let out a sigh, throwing my head back as I got back onto the moving truck.

I take a couple of deep breaths before starting it and heading home.

I parked in the driveway and made my way inside to check up on Amanda.

As I open the door, she comes out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

She looks a bit shocked but instantly lightens up.

"Hey." She speaks so lowly that I barely hear it.

"Hey." I reply, leaning against the door to my bedroom. "I got your stuff."

She becomes visibly confused. "Wait what?"

"I picked up your things from your...they're on a truck outside. I wanted to get your things so that you didn't have to deal with them later. I hope I got all of them."

"Are you serious? Wait, did you see my mother?"

"Yeah."

"And she let you?!"

"Y-Yeah."

She furrowed her brow.

"Did...did she say anything?"

"No....actually..." I contemplated telling her about her mother's last attempt at trying to seduce me.

Before I could make up my mind, Amanda stepped closer and placed her finger on my neck. I feel a sting as soon as she makes contact with my skin.

"Sorry! How did you get... I mean, are you okay?"

She looks at me worriedly with glossy eyes.

I come clean to her about everything that happened when I picked up her stuff.

She got quiet and looked everywhere but at me.

"I pushed her away as soon as I could. You know, Amada, you are the only one."

"I know!" she interrupts me, her voice giving away that she was on the verge of tears.

I couldn't find anything else to say, but I didn't have to since Amanda changed the subject to "Wait, so you actually brought all my stuff?"

"Yeah, it's in a moving truck outside. Why don't we have something to eat, and then we can bring all of your things inside?"

I make food for us and spend the rest of the day looking through and storing Amanda's things.