Good Greek Girls Don't by Georgia Tsialtas Read Free Book Online

so much that no one wants to have anything to do with you doesn’t give you the right to bring others down with you. But you really want to know what topped it off for me? What really made me decide that you were beyond help? What made me realise that you weren’t going to change and weren’t worth wasting any more time on? It was your little phone habit, Denny. You thought you could hide it. Word of advice: when you decide that you want to have phone sex, when you want to call Asian women’s lines, when you want to call transsexuals lines and gay lines, too, you really should pay your fucking phone bill so that it doesn’t come to the attention of people like me. Given where I work, did you honestly think I wouldn’t find out? Or did you think I’d pay your debt for you?’
    Okay. I’ve shocked everyone in this place. I’ve even shocked myself. I never meant to say so much. Nobody ever knew that Denny hit me. I was so ashamed that I couldn’t tell anyone. Even though I knew deep down that it wasn’t my fault, and even though I knew that he was the one with the problem, I still blamed myself.
    I think Ricki is now ready to hit Denny. I can see her about ready to explode. ‘So, Denny, do you now understand why there is no hope whatsoever of you and I trying this again? I don’t like you. If anything, I feel so fucking sorry for you because you really are pathetic. Just go to Greece, find yourself a bride and you’ll be happy. Maybe it’ll be third time lucky and you’ll find some ignorant little wog girl straight out of a village who will think the way you treat women is normal. Now just fuck off.’
    Oh, yeah, he’s hurt. Actually he’s humiliated because I screamed so loud that the whole coffee shop heard it all. I don’t care anymore. I won’t try to protect his feelings. He never gave a shit about mine. And now all these people who are sitting at the tables, all these people that Denny lives for impressing, they all know the truth about him.
    God, he’s not even going to say anything in his own defence. He’s walking away without a fight. This is amazing. It’s finally over. Closure.

    â€˜Ricki, calm down will you. It’s all history anyway.’ This is going to be the longest drive of my life. With Ricki in Melbourne for training, she’s staying at home with her parents and now that she knows the whole truth about Denny I seriously wish she was already back in Shepparton. I don’t want to rehash ancient history but she will not let this go.
    â€˜Why didn’t you tell me about this, Des?’
    She’s hurt and I can understand why. I know that if something like this had happened to her, I would want to kill the bastard. I would want to protect her. I know all this, and it’s not that I couldn’t trust Ricki. I just couldn’t talk about it. I just wanted to pretend it didn’t happen.
    â€˜I can’t believe it.’ She’s shaking her head at me. ‘You should have told me.’
    â€˜Rick, you know I love you, but please just let it go. I don’t want to talk about it.’ Not while I’m driving, not ever. It happened, I’ve dealt with it, so let’s just lock it up in that vault that will never be opened again. ‘It was a few times. I dealt with it and now it’s over.’ By the way she is shaking her head I can tell that Ricki is not ready to declare that this is over. But this is my call, not hers. Call me selfish, but I just don’t want to do this tonight.
    â€˜If I wasn’t stuck up the fucking bush then I would have seen something, I would have known. Fuck I hate my job right now.’
    She does not hate her job, she loves it. She just hates the direction it takes her in at times. And I have never heard the word fuck come out of her mouth so many times in such a short duration.
    â€˜I can’t do anything