Free High Heels in New York by A.V. Scott

asked.
    “Is that what they’re saying?” Melissa increased the volume. This was the first time she’d heard of these accusations and she knew that the media had to be mistaken. Jonathan couldn’t have done something like that, Melissa thought.
    “You sure know how to pick ‘ em .”
    “Shut up,” Melissa screamed. This wasn’t the time for her Kathy to remind her just how bad her luck was when it came to men.
    “I remember the first boy you were madly in love with. What was his name…oh yeah, Roberto. You were all gung ho’ about running away with him and getting married, remember?” Kathy teased.
    “Yeah,” Melissa was barely paying attention to her. The news lady was talking to the camera, about Melissa’s’ life as if she knew her personally.  It was very unsettling but Melissa listened anyway. Jonathan Henry and Melissa De La Rosa’s fairytale wedding has been cut short due to Jonathan Henry’s unknown whereabouts. Sources say he’s stolen millions and the number begins to climb, was the last thing Melissa heard before she turned off the television. Not surprising, her sister was still yapping away.
    “Your suitcases were all packed and there you were, waiting for him like the perfect little girlfriend, meanwhile he eloped that same day in Atlantic City with your best friend. Remember?” Kathy snorted.
    “Goodness Kathy, don’t you have anything better to do than rub my face in my fucked up love life? Go change a diaper or matter of fact, why don’t you pop out another kid since it’s the only thing you’re good at!”  Melissa shouted before hanging up the call.
    After she’d hung up on her sister, Melissa crawled back into bed and cried herself back to sleep.
    An hour later, squinting at the clock on the bedside table, she groaned, then staggered to her feet, carrying a train of covers with her and headed toward the bathroom. Her brain was working overtime trying to find a way out of the mess she was in. When she heard the front door to her apartment open, her heart started beating away anxiously.
    Oh my God! Jonathan has returned to me and I look and smell like yesterday’s trash! She thought to herself.
    “I see I got here just in time,” Christina said, walking into view.  “Aren’t you supposed to be wearing this?” s he asked.
    Staring at the pink bakery box in her left hand, she barely notices her holding up the ankle brace in the other. Hobbling toward her she begins to bawl like a baby. “Have I told you lately that I love you?”
    “Quit it or I’ll knock you on the head and tell God you died.” Christina smiled but Melissa wasn’t entirely sure she was joking.
    Christina was Melissa’s sexy personal trainer. She had been training Melissa three times a week for the past year and though they were supposed to only have a professional relationship, they hit it off so well when they met that they became instant friends.
    “Why are you bringing me cupcakes? You know they’re made with su gar and lots of butter right?” s he asked and then pushed Christina away far enough to grab a pink frosted one before she changed her mind.
    “I thought you were on vacation?” s he asked mid-bite, “And, how in the world did you know about my foot?”
    “Something more important came up,” she said, putting one hand on the back of Melissa’s shoulder and pushing her toward the bathroom. “Melissa, when are you going to learn that in New York gossip spreads faster than Mono. Now, I’m done talking to you until you’ve washed that man right out of your hair!” She said, adding an Oprah finger snap.
    “You’re a strange little person,” Melissa said, getting undressed and stepping under the shower. With every drop of hot water that touched her skin, she could feel some of the stress dissolve right away. The questions however, never seem to cease.  How had this happened? How didn’t she notice that her fiancé had strayed? The Tiffany gift he bought Valerie made it crystal