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Given all the shitty things the show did to manipulate everyone, Kiki might not be the one who sent me that final text. She could’ve had nothing to do with the “cheating episode.” What if she’s a victim of the show’s lies as much as Griff and I were?
I still can’t help the little daggers of hate sharpening inside me as she struts onto the stage as if she was the star of the entire show instead of a side piece. And I can’t help cringing when people from the audience scream, “Whore!” the second time she walks out.
No one deserves that. Especially if she had no idea what the show did.
Conflicting emotions war inside me but I keep my face smooth and calm. At least, I hope so.
Kiki embraces Naptime. They make an uncomfortable show of licking each other’s tongues, and then finally take their seats.
“Well, well, well.” Matt paces closer to Naptime and Kiki. “You two seem to be extremely cozy now.” He glances at the audience and, I think, attempts to wiggle his eyebrows. “But at a certain point, Kiki, everyone was sure you’d end up with Stonewall. What happened there?”
“Nothing,” Kiki says. “Nothing at all.”
Thank you!
In my heart, I know Griff didn’t sleep with her, but I hate that so many people who watched the show think he did. He’s not a cheater. In relationships or fights. I cast a stink-eye at Naptime. Unlike some people.
“But we caught it on tape.” Matt’s whispery gotcha voice crawls over my skin like centipedes.
Overblown muffled voices and guttural groans echo from the speakers.
“Shhh.”
“Hurry up.”
The images have already been burned into my brain. No need to see them again. I stare straight ahead, ignoring the video playing on the screen behind me.
“That ain’t Stonewall!” Naptime shouts.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Thank you. The more people who say it the better. When we leave here today, I don’t want there to be a single doubt that Griff’s innocent.
Matt gasps. “It’s not?”
“No!” Griff finally snaps. “It’s not.”
“Oh my.” Matt’s overstretched lips curve up. “What a grave error.”
“Issh bullsheee,” Naptime slurs.
“Finally, we agree on something,” Griff mutters.
“So, Molly,” Mat says in a low voice, as if we’re two buddies sharing secrets. “Word is, after that episode aired, you were so angry, you destroyed a car. Tell us about that.”
My eyes widen in horror. Do they somehow have a clip of that too? I slowly turn but the screen’s still frozen on the image of Naptime and Kiki in bed. I slide my startled eyes toward Griff.
What should I say?
He nods once, silently giving me his strength and encouragement.
Do I lie? Tell the truth?
Griff wanted to present a united front. Wanted everyone to know the lie didn’t break us.
Except it did. It broke me.
And I destroyed my car because of it.
That’s between Griff and me.
