Lamb to the Cheater

Cheater

Pitter-patter, pitter patter. Outside, severe rain falls on the glass. "What's all this madness all about? This is completely incorrect. What exactly is going on inside your head? This must be completed today!" On the side, my boss is screaming. "Sir, please accept my apologies. I'm in pain from a massive headache. If you could spare me some time, I'll try to finish it." I asked, without expressing my rage. "The task must be finalized by tomorrow. Return home and relax for a while. Tomorrow is the deadline." He spoke, knowing full well that he is irritated.

I went through the most torrential rain I've ever experienced. There is traffic everywhere. My heart is still racing, and I'm not sure how I'll deal with her when I get home.

"Oh, my sweetheart Patrick! You've returned. After seeing the heavy rains, I was concerned. You're drenched! Just a moment while I go get a towel." Mary Maloney speaks, while running around the room, holding her pregnant belly. "I have something to confess with you. Please, sit down." I'm begging to her. Mary sprints around the room, unaware of Patrick's conversation. "Mary, this isn't the time for you to be running around!" Patrick attempts to calm her down, but she ignores him and gets up to get a towel anyway.

Mary, a sweet soul, lost both her parents when she was four years old. Patrick was all she had, and her little son or daughter would be here soon.

Patrick asks her a question in an attempt to divert her attention away from the towel. "Mary, are you almost finished knitting our little princess's socks?"

"I'm nearly finished! It's half-way there. And what makes you think she's a princess? Isn't it possible that it'll be a little prince?" After a few minutes of running around, Mary finally sits down. "Darling, I want a sweet little princess like you." I say, while looking at her beautiful eyes. "Patrick. I'm blushing because of you!" Mary's face blushes as she glances away from Patrick.

"I made some of your beloved tomato soup with grilled cheese for you, Patrick. Are you interested in some?" Mary asks. "Your tomato soup would be a great honor for me. I'm already hungry!"

Patrick takes a quick bathroom break while Mary pours the soup into small bowls. "Oh no! I completely forgot to tell her!" My heart is already racing at a high rate. I scurry around the bathroom, unsure of how and what to say. "I'm not sure where to begin. What would I do if I had to confront her? Would she be able to forgive me?"

"Patrick!" screamed Mary. Dinner is ready to be eaten! Come on before it gets too cold." Patrick is still undecided about how he would inform her. "I guess I just have to lie..." Patrick whispers under his breath. He then dashes into the dining room. "I have to tell you something, Mary. Please take a seat and pay attention." He takes Mary's hand and leads her to a seat at the table.

"Mary, I'm not sure how I'm going to say this to you. I'm sure you'll be angry with me. I apologise. It's not because of me. I had no choice. My friends were putting pressure on me. I can't live with the guilt all my life. I had to tell you."

Mary's face is shocked. Patrick knew that Mary is aware of what he is discussing. She slowly rises and forces Patrick to take a seat. "I get what you're trying to say, honey. That is impossible for me to imagine. You had the opportunity to decline! There were some options for refusing it. So, what exactly would you like me to do now?"

"I'm glad you told me instead of pretending to love me. She put my hand in hers and forced me to sit on the couch. I was confused; why did she scream at me, and then suddenly tell me to take a seat? "It's over. So, what are you expecting me to do next?" Mary wipes her tears, and sits confidently. "Are you willing to forgive me? Please, sorry! I'm never going to betray you again! The lady stated that she would give me money. She sent me a cash of $2,000! That will be suitable for both your hospital and our baby's care. You do not need to do anything else. Just sit by my side till the end of time." I start to sob, harder than before. "Well, the past is past. I am sure you'll never do it again."

After that, Mary went to the kitchen. I was happy, but also shocked that she forgave me very fast. I then turn around to take a seat at the table.

THUD! I collapse to the ground. My heart is racing harder than it has ever been. With the lamb leg I bought last night, I knew she targeted me. "Sleeping for money and saying an excuse as to it was for our hospital charges is still cheating." My heartbeat becomes progressively slower. Blood is streaming down my throat and onto the carpet. I couldn't feel anything.

Then there, I saw myself, lying on the ground.