Eight months. It had been eight months since Chrissy had left Misha. She was getting better and better each day; she had talked with Vicki numerous times and Vicki had turned out to be a wonderful friend to the younger woman. Chrissy was on her way over while Vicki was cleaning up her home. Misha had the kids for the weekend and Chrissy always made sure to stop by when the kids weren't there-they hadn't understood that well what had happened between Daddy and 'Issy. Vicki had even helped with Chrissy's bakery when she was so put out that she couldn't think clearly. There was a knock at the door as Vicki pulled out some bread for sandwiches and she smiled.
"Come in, Chrissy!" She called out and smiled hearing the door open. The woman looked positively radiant, smiling from ear to ear as she entered the kitchen.
"I'm making sandwiches for lunch, sound good?" She asked. Chrissy nodded and bounced on the balls of her feet while Vicki cut up some meat into thick slices along with the block of cheese.
"Okay, what is it? It looks like you're about to explode", she said. Chrissy's eyes sparkled and she squealed out.
"The local newspaper wants to do an article on my bakery! I'm so excited and...", when she trailed off, Vicki looked up curiously.
"I want to tell Misha...and I want to talk to him and see him", she said honestly. Vicki smiled sympathetically and nodded.
"Have you tried calling him? Texting him?" Vicki asked as she went back to chopping lettuce and getting spinach out for Chrissy.
"No...I'm scared he'll see me calling and forward me to voicemail or he just won't reply to my texts and I'll"-"Chrissy stop. The only way you can know how he'll react is if you just do it. Don't let the what ifs' wander around in your brain, it'll end up destroying anything. That man is so in love with you, I'd wager he'd be happy to hear from you", she said firmly. Chrissy pushed her hair away from her face.
"But Vicki if he would be happy to hear from me how come he wouldn't call me or text me first?" Chrissy asked. Vicki gave her a look over her glasses and Chrissy averted her own; it was very much the same look a mother would give when scolding her child.
"Chrissy", she said. Chrissy looked down and fidgeted as Vicki plated the sandwiches. She poured some chips out onto their plates and pushed Chrissys' over to hers. Chrissy picked up her sandwich and took a hearty bite as she leaned against the counter.
"I'm scared", she said after she had swallowed. Vicki let out a soft laugh, smiling.
"Of course you are...If you weren't I'd think something was wrong with you. Give me your phone", she demanded. Chrissy immediately stiffened up, her shoulders squared.
"No, you can't go texting him", she said. Vicki raised an eyebrow and then she gave Chrissy an almost evil-like smile.
"I could always just call him from and tell him you want to talk to him", she started. Chrissy's mouth popped open slightly and she glared at her friend playfully.
"What are we, in high school?" she asked. Vicki waggled her eyebrows and then she laughed.
"Alright, alright. I'll text him, though I highly doubt that he'll respond", she said. Chrissy took her phone out and then took a deep breath, counting to ten.
Hi...Do you have a minute?-C
Chrissy stared at the text for a few minutes and then she tucked her phone back away in her purse. She pushed her hair back and then sighed deeply.
"I left him, Vicki...How could he just forget that? I've done it...This would be my second time leaving him and I just don't"-Chrissy was interrupted by her phone ringing.
His name lit up the screen and Chrissy stared at it before Vicki leaned over and flipped her phone open-why this young girl still had a flip phone, she had no idea. Chrissy swallowed before she brought the phone up to her ear.
"H-Hello?" She said softly. She could hear Misha and it tugged on her heart hearing him with the kids. She missed them terribly and hated herself for hurting them too.
"Chrissy? Is everything okay? What's wrong?" Concern was all she could hear in his tone and she felt a lump in her throat. She didn't know what to say and she let out a soft sob before the tears started rolling down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything", she started. It was quiet for a moment and Misha's voice was closer.
"Chrissy, shh...Calm down...I'm sorry, I had you on speaker. Is everything okay? Do you need me to come and get you?" He asked. She shook her head and Vicki walked around the counter to rub her arm soothingly but she stayed quiet.
"No...No, I'm safe I just...Wanted to tell you that the local newspaper wants to do an article on my bakery", she said in between sobs. Misha listened intently, looking to hear any background noises. Maybe she was drunk in a bar? He didn't know, he just had to trust her that she was alright.
"Chrissy, that's great! I know you've been working hard for that", he said honestly. Chrissy calmed down a bit, wiping at her eyes and then she hiccuped.
"Can I come over in a few hours?" She blurted questioningly. She looked at Vicki and Vicki gave her a reassuring smile. Chrissy sniffed and wiped at her eyes again, this time using her sleeve.
"Sure of course...Do you want me to pick you up from your place?" He asked. Chrissy chewed on her lips as she thought and sighed.
"No, no. I'll drive over there", she murmured. Chrissy shifted uncomfortably and pushed her hair away from her face again.
"Okay, see you soon", he started quietly.
"Yes, okay. I will",she answered. Chrissy heard the little beeps that he had hung up and flung her phone shut. She looked at Vicki.
"Did I sound weak?" She wondered. Vicki gave her another look.
"Chrissy, it doesn't matter. Are you going to be happy if you see him?" Vicki asked. Chrissy nodded and a soft smile spread across her lips.
"I've been wanting to see him since I left. I'm a self-saboteur", she said with a huff of breath. Vicki pulled the younger woman into a hug. She was young and had gone through so much, the least Vicki could do was comfort her.
"Be that as it may, things happened to you that were out of your control and you handled them the way you thought would be best. Everyone makes mistakes", she said. Chrissy sniffed wetly and she shrugged before pulling back to go back to eating her sandwich.
"It seems I keep doing that", she muttered with her mouth full. Vicki walked back around the counter to finish her sandwich. Vicki shrugged and took a bite of her pickle.
"Chrissy, you're twenty-three right? You've just began to live your life, no one expect you to have everything together and hell, even I don't have it together, Misha doesn't have it together-we just handle things differently. It's not more mature or better, it's just different", she explained. Chrissy sighed and rubbed at her eyes for the umpteenth time, finishing the last few bites of her sandwich.
"I suppose you're right. I still never got to thank you for calling nine-one-one when I was pushed down the stairs", she said. Vicki rolled her eyes.
"Are you kidding? You were so doped up on morphine that's all you were doing", she snorted. Chrissy's cheeks flushed shyly.
"Did...Did I really?" She asked, surprised. Vicki nodded and gave a grin.
"You sure did", she answered. Chrissy chewed a bite of her pickle thoughtfully and then shrugged.
"Guess I don't need to send flowers now", she said with a soft laugh. Vicki shook her head with a smile.
"You should still send me some flowers", Vicki said. Chrissy stuck her tongue out at her new friend.
"No. I'll pluck some from the freeway for you", she said with a laugh as Vicki threw a piece of lettuce at her.
A few hours had gone by and Chrissy found herself standing on Misha's doorstep, too scared to knock.