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I shake my head while walking the halls of the William Osler Apartment of the Osler Medical Center. It spells elegance and comfort. The apartment is one of the reasons doctors want to work in Osler's. They offer this luxurious residence to their top doctors. I would have been here, too, like Monique and Damon.
If things didn’t go the wrong way, I would have been one of the top doctors in Osler’s. Maybe if I were, Damon wouldn’t have met Monique. Or if he did, she’ll be nothing to him while I become his everything.
I stop at the shiny electric lock of Damon’s unit and look down at my reflection. Become his everything. This moment is my chance to become that. I've already planted the guilt in him for not being there for me. Because of it, he chose to believe me over Monique. It's not only guilt I planted in him but a pest that will rot whatever the two of them have.
It's hitting two birds with one stone. I can take revenge on Monique by taking something she cherishes. Damon may not be the love of her life, but he's somebody she has right now. I may even be doing her a favor. She can find another person to love or fuck.
“Tricia,” Damon looks disappointed that I came.
Something pricks my heart. We worked in the same department for almost a week. I've seen Damon looking for and at me. But never with the same adoration as he looks at Monique. Say we’re crazy in love without saying you’re in love. Nurse Leslie's words return to me. Monique also looks at him the same way. Are they really in love but don't know that they are?
I lift my head and stare at Damon. Should I retreat now and be forever obsessing about having him? Or should I take this moment to introduce confusion to Damon and eventually win him for myself?
“You shouldn’t have come,” Damon adds.
“You should have stopped your girlfriend,” I cut into him, striking him with guilty words. “She has ruined my life before. I’m not letting her do it again even if it means fucking with you.”
“I’m your....”
Damon pauses; hesitation appears in his eyes. It is enough to conclude that he doesn't see me as a sister. Hope surges inside me. He sees me as a woman. Not as the kid they almost adopted. If he can see me like that, I can make him see me as somebody he can love.
And many researchers have proven that sex and guilt combined can fool anyone that they are in love. I may have to deceive him, but I'll slowly make him love me.
“You’re here,” the door next to Damon’s unit opens.
Damon glares at Monique. She ignores him and opens the door to her apartment. “We’ll be doing it here,” she declares.
“Monique,” Damon’s voice sounds like a warning.
"Twenty minutes. If you won't come, everything ends," Monique oozes with anger. Instead of feeling guilty about it, I become more hopeful. A rift exists between them, and I can easily widen it and separate them. Damon will be mine.
“And my life ruined? Is that it?” I act like I’m provoking Monique, but I’m trying to get things done. If Damon comes, he’ll come as my savior. And Monique will become the villain to both of us.
Monique shoots me with a sharp glare. I may have scored higher than her during high school, but Monique is not dumb. She's a genius and can read through people. She knows I'm playing them.
Damon looks at me and goes back to Monique. He walks between us but stops when he is next to her. “I’ll make you regret this,” he whispers.
I suck my cheeks in to hide my victorious smile. Monique glances at me, and I counter it with a proud glare. Today, everything about them will end.
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