"Let's talk about something else.." Della told Mila. They had exhausted everything from talking about her mom's situation and baby making with Andre also the embarrassing scene with Jeanine.
"Okay uhm I quit my job." Mila said expecting a backlash from Della but she merely just stared at her.
"Why?" Della asked, she sort of already knew the answer but she wasn't sure if that was it.
"Alfredo.." Mila said in a low tone.
"Did he talk you into this?" Della questioned.
"Not at all, I hate that shitty job anyways and would have quit the minute I didn't need the money anymore."
"So that means you will depend on Alfredo forever?" Della stated, still a bit skeptical but Mila just seemed annoyed with this talk.
"He took my virginity without my consent.. I mean it's the least he could do."
"Wow that's a bit petty Mila, considering that was years ago and you're willingly with this guy and you ought to be forgiving." Della said not regretting anything that she had said. They were in the hospital cafeteria, drinking coffee. It wasn't pleasant but it was good enough.
"Just like how you forgave Andre for manhandling you? Who else are you going to forgive next? Spencer for slapping you with his dick? Forgiveness right." Mila lashes out without thinking about what she was saying. Della was shocked because Mila had never ever talked to her like that. They always had a mutual understanding and the fact that Mila was using everything that she had confided in her with; against her... really hurt.
When Della didn't say anything as she was still a bit shocked. Mila continued feeling the need to defend herself—
"You don't have to be so judgemental Adela! I don't have a rich father who kisses my ass all the time. I don't have a rich ex-husband who is constantly kissing my whiny ass and begging for your attention, I certainly don't have a kid with a millionaire to save my life, I don't have a rich boyfriend who wanted to rape me.." Mila said in the heat of the moment. Della was surprised, she clearly wasn't expecting that atleast not from her bestfriend. Della composed herself and breathed in before talking. Oddly it hurt, everything she had said hurt. Della found it hard to believe, was she too forgiving? Did she do anything wrong by being concerned for her friend's well being?
"I just think you leaving your job after you have been with Alfredo for two minutes isn't the best decision. What if he changes?" Della said this only with genuine concern. Yes, what if Alfredo suddenly changed like Spencer. He came into the picture like a saint but only turned out to be the devil. If there was one thing Della prided herself in, that was being independent. After she got divorced with Andre she learnt the hard way that... Andre convincing her to be a housewife while she focused on her writing her pretty much a bad idea.
"You know what isn't the best decision? You fucking your ex-husband and wanting to bring another fucking baby into your fucked up situations. For fucksake think—"
"You want to preach to me like you're freaking mother Mary when you're just as dirty and unholy as I am. Quit the act Adela!" Mila said defensively.
"Insult me all you want but I'm only trying to look out for you, Mila." Della replied trying to seem untouched by the words that had came out of Mila's mouth.
"I can't stand you right now.." Mila rolled her eyes, taking out her latest iPhone as she swiped on the screen ignoring Della. The last time they were together, she remembered that Mila had an iPhone 5.
"So he bought you a new phone?" Della said but she already knew the answer.
"No, see that's where you're wrong. I actually bought it with my savings." Mila said sarcastically. Deep down Mila knew that she had only contributed $156 and Alfredo had offered to pay the rest.
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