Raging Blue by Renee Daniel Flagler

empty. She surveyed the house through the shadows. She didn’t want to alert Mia to her presence, so she tipped to the garage, found a flashlight, and then tipped upstairs. The bedroom was in disarray. It looked like Mia had left in a rush.
    Blue stepped into the large master bathroom and looked around. Hair products and a curling iron wire were strewn across the vanity top. Mia’s fluffy pink robe hung lazily across the glass shower door. Blue opened the medicine cabinet and then ran back to the bedroom to check the drawers. The bottom drawer held one of Jay’s jerseys and a few pieces of underclothes. A pair of sneakers from one of his short-lived endorsements sat in the back of the walk-in closet.
    Seeing Jay’s belongings in the townhouse made Blue’s knees weak. She continued searching the bedroom. Near the edge of the bed she noticed a half opened storage box decorated with fancy shoes and tubes of lipstick. She pushed the top aside and peeked in. Fluffy white handcuffs, sex toys, and DVDs were all inside the box. The writing on the DVDs piqued Blue’s curiosity. Initials were scribbled on each one. She continued searching through the box, paying close attention to the labels until she found one with the letters J and M. Blue snatched that DVD, along with another marked R.J., and tossed the others to the side. She turned on the TV and slipped the DVD into the player.
    Mia appeared on the TV donning only a pink boa, thong, and silver stilettos, dancing in front of Ray Johnson, Jay’s former teammate in Atlanta. Fast-forwarding the video, it jumped to a scene where Mia was grinding on top of Ray. Blue was shocked. Ray was married, and Mia knew his wife well. They’d hung out together a number of times. She stopped the DVD and stared at the other one in her hand. The one marked with her husband’s initials. She turned back to the box and looked through the other initials. From what she could figure out, all of them were married. Now Blue knew how Mia lived so well.
    She took a deep breath and slipped in the DVD with her husband’s initials. Just as she expected, there was Mia on top of Jay. After a few seconds , she tried to stop the DVD with her shaky hands. Instead of the screen going black, it paused with Mia staring directly into the camera. Blue walked to the TV and slammed the remote against it, cracking the screen.
    Her heart slammed against her chest. She backed up to the wall, slid down to the floor, and then flung the remote across the room. The crash confirmed she'd made contact with something fragile, like a lamp or vase, but she didn’t care. Burying her face in her hands, she cried.
    The whining of the garage door opening jarred Blue awake. She’d fallen asleep on the floor. She ran to the window in time to see Mia pull up in a shiny new Infinity G convertible. Grabbing the DVDs, she raced downstairs and put them in her bag before Mia could get inside. Then she hopped onto the granite island in the kitchen nearest to the entrance from the garage, crossed her legs, and waited patiently for Mia to enter.
    “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?” Blue heard Mia talking on her cell phone as she opened the door to the kitchen. Mia giggled as she removed her shoes. “Yes, he’s on his way. He should be here any minute, and I need to get ready for him. I’ll talk to you later.”
    Mia continued chatting as she came into Blue’s sight. When she flicked on the kitchen light, her jaw dropped, as well as her purse and doggie bag. Blue delighted in Mia’s shock for a few moments and then jumped down from her perch.
    “Hey, Mia. Surprise, surprise! You were right. You’ve got company,” Blue said, and mocked Mia’s giggle.
    “Blue!”
    “Yep, it’s me. Your friend ,” Blue sang.
    Mia reached out to Blue, but she jerked away. She scowled at Mia, and then smirked.
    “I guess I can see how you would be at a loss for words. Don’t worry. I have a few words for you while you think of something