A Late Night Call

Cassidy slipped from the bed, pressing her phone to her chest to hide the light of the screen.

“M’wha?” Robbie groaned, shifting as he swam back towards consciousness.

“Shh,” Cassidy hushed him, leaning back over and giving him a kiss on the lips that made her grin a little. He still tasted like Cattie. “It’s just a phone call, go back to sleep, Tiger.”

“Mmf,” he grunted, but Cattie shifted in her sleep in response to him moving and he ended up holding her and sighing contentedly.

Cassidy wanted to sigh at the cuteness of seeing them like that. She wanted to scream, too. Just a little. A smidge.

A jealous little smidge.

She rushed out of the room, her toes digging into the carpet as she kept the phone pressed to her chest until she hit the stairs. Then she answered it.

“Hey, are you OK?”

Wanda sobbed on the other end.

Cass rushed downstairs and curled up on the couch in the living room, pulling a blanket over herself since she was naked and the house was a little cool after sharing the bed with Robbie and Cattie. “Talk to me, babe,” Cassidy said quietly.

“Cass, what the fuck is my life?” Wanda muttered and then sniffed hard. “God, how fucking stupid am I?”

“Shhh,” Cassidy tried to soothe her. “Wanda, babe, your life is wide open and ready for you to chase whatever dreams you want.”

“No, my life is a fucking mess,” Wanda said. “I’m fucking twenty-seven years old and going to be a divorcee because my husband is a degenerate cuckold simpy cockbag and I had no idea, but I’m sort of a degenerate slut who fucking likes to be degraded by your fiancee. Like, how fucked up is that? And my career is, like, what even is my career? I fucking dress up in costumes and post pictures online and people, like, buy access to them. I don’t know how to fucking do anything except how to pose the best to tease with my ass. If the world fucking ended I wouldn’t be useful to any survivor group except as a fucking, like, bedwarmer. I’d be the pitiful sex **** chained to a bed who dies to the zombies instead of doing something useful. Or I’d be the hot chick at the start of the movie who is already infected before the apocalypse even begins properly. Cassidy, what the fuck is my life?”

Cass had to bite her hand to stop from snickering a little as Wanda went off the rails in a way that only a nerdy girl could. Her role in a potential zombie apocalypse was not the issue.

“Wanda,” Cassidy said. “Before I tell you what is up with your life, I’m going to ask you two- no three- important questions, OK?”

“OK,” she said quietly.

“Do you still love Robbie?”

“... Yeah, of course,” she sighed.

“Do you for some reason think that in the last fourteen hours or whatever he’s stopped loving you?”

“No,” Wanda said a little petulantly, like she knew where this was going.

“Then what the fuck are you complaining about?!” Cassidy hissed into the phone. “Jesus Fuck, babe. Robbie loves the shit out of you. The only reason Robbie cares about you needing to be a divorcee is because the whole process is going to suck and hurt you. And he loves that you felt safe enough to show us what you really wanted sexually, and that he can give it to you. Is Cattie any less of a person because she’s his submissive girlfriend?”

“No,” Wanda mumbled. “Obviously not.”

“Then you aren’t any less of an amazing, confident, super sexy, successful woman who I look up to just because you also want to be Robbie’s little sex toy,” Cassidy said. “And, by the way, you are way more than just an ass in pictures. You also happen to be a social media manager, marketing guru, digital photo editor, bookkeeper, set designer, location scout, and a customer service pro. You’re an entrepreneur with your own successful business that you don’t owe to anyone. Plus, you would kick ass in the zombie apocalypse as a hero and Robbie’s apocalypse sex **** because he loves you too much not to travel across the country to get you because you’re that badass.”

The other end of the line was silent for a long minute, and then Wanda took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m being a soft bitch right now, aren’t I?”

Cassidy snorted softly and grinned in the dark of the living room. “Yeah, babe. Kinda. But you’re allowed to have a super soft night with everything else going on. Especially since you’re not talking to your guy.” They both knew she was talking about Robbie and not her soon-to-be Ex, Brodi. Cass sighed. “Do you want to talk to him? I know he’d be totally fine for me to wake him up for that.”

“Yes,” Wanda said, edging on another sob. “No. God, I wish I could just-” she scoffed. At herself, or maybe just at the world.

“Hey,” Cass said. “I love you, babe. You already feel like a damn sister, and we’re only going to get closer like that. And you’ve got Becca, and Zenya, and Terra and Cattie are starting to become pros at dealing with shit-sandwiches that need to be tossed out and replaced with gourmet, triple-A wagyu man like Robbie. And he fucking loves you. Whatever happens, Wanda, that won’t change. And you’ll have a landing pad with us whenever you need it.”

Wanda let out another sigh. “Fuck, it’s late,” she grumbled.

“No shit, babe,” Cassidy smirked. “But when else are you going to have a breakdown?”

“Sorry for waking you up.”

“Anytime you need me, I’ll answer,” she promised. “At least until you can talk to Robbie again. After, too, but he’s better at this stuff than I am.”

“Love you, Cass,” Wanda said. “I’m so glad we met, and that you can trust me with Robbie even if I’m a mess.”

“Love you too, babe,” Cassidy said. “Now go take a shower and go to bed.”

Wanda sighed and hung up.

Cassidy looked down at her phone as it went dark, leaving her in just the glow of the streetlights outside leaking through the blinds. Then she curled up under the blanket, bringing her knees up to tuck under her chin as she buried her face and let out her own sob, tears breaking through.

She did love Wanda. And Cattie. And Becca and Terra and all of them, even if she was closer with some more than others. Every girl who was in love with Robbie deserved a piece of him. And Wanda needed Robbie so much that it was almost a blessing that Cassidy could make sure she could let it happen.

But even with all the good, all the love going on, and all the positive… Cassidy knew it wasn’t making up for what she’d done. What the App had turned her into; which wasn’t her trying to pawn off responsibility, she’d made bad decisions. Cruel ones. But it had opened the door and enabled her to make otherworldly decisions.

And she had to mourn what had been, what could have been, if she hadn’t been such a selfish, blind little cunt.

Maybe therapy would help, but she doubted it.

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