Spoons pov:
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP" My alarm practically screamed at me. I hesitantly got up from the counter, careful not to wake up my lover sleeping behind me and hopped into the draw, ready to be used as today's breakfast buddy and dipped into the cold crispy soup known as cereal, the perfect distraction so my husband, fork will never know where I've been. Others may think my behaviours bad but you try to be a spoon, sitting in the drawer while your husbands being used for almost everything, even as a household tool. He barely has any time for me but knife, knife makes me feel happy, loved even. The chilled yet soothing touch of his metallic blade sends shivers down my stationary spine.
Later, I was pulled out of the draw to be used for this mornings meal. As I was being lifted I looked to the side to see knife, slathered in butter, gently caressing the bread. The tingling sensations that traveled across my body as I watched the holy knife slowly moving back and forth on the bread immediately reminding me of the sensational and pleasurable night before.
Before I know I was tossed in the wash bowl with the knife.
Time for round two I guess, well I'm not complaining.
I was picked,plopped and polished back in the drawer without knowing the conversation I was about to have with my husband (a/n: the fork knows)
The guilt I felt rushed through my body like a dam that just broke, crumbling under the immense pressure.
"How was breakfast?" He asked.
"Fine." I answered.
"So what did you do before breakfast? I was let into the drawer early last night but you weren't there. I had a fancy dinner planned and everything, I wanted to make our marriage right." he said, mumbling sadly at the floor.
The guilt was rising I could feel my cold handle turn warm I was burning up I'm running out of lies and excuses. Why do I love knife more? Why do I want knife more? I tell fork I love him yet this is so hard. Why is this so hard? "I-I er-I w-was b-be-eing u-used f-for s-ome mi-midnigh-t s-sn-ack.....Ice cream!"
"Icecream?" He asked, his voice laced with scepticism.
"There was a breakup?" I lied through gritted teeth, panic flooding my every thought. Hoping to whatever lord above that he didn't see the long scratches and dents all over my metal handle from mine and my secret lovers rande-vu."it's really not that big of a deal, you have late night jobs all the time"
"So? You think I like being out late? Not like I have a choice in the matter. I hope you know that if I could, I would happily stay at home with you."
"I appreciate the sentiment, I really do, but I can't know that if you don't show me can I?" I said, my voice shrill.
"Maybe I'd be able to if you weren't going around like common case of rust" he rolled his eyes violently.
"How did you find out?" I said, anger now fizzing away to utter nervousness.
And all of a sudden, his whole being changed completely, the slight look of irration completely flipped to one of betrayal and sadness.
"I trusted you! I cant believe you would do this, I didn't believe them, not fully but I guess love really does hurt!" My husband said, tears streaming down his silver face, gleaming in the bright kitchen lights.
"I- I darling please-" I try to get him to listen, to allow me to explain but to no avail, he cuts me off
"Leave, someone like you isn't worth it, you're a horrible person you know that? You know what you don't even deserve my words,just leave." he states, his voice laced with venom, his steely gaze piercing through me.
The kitchen drawer I once called home, my safe place is now BROKEN and no one can fix it. In my one last moment to save everything I screamed out in utter desperation;
"PLEASE DON'T LEAVE I KNOW I MESSED UP BUT PLEASE, DON'T LEAVE ME AND OUR UNBORN CHILD PLEASE!"
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broken : the story of affairs,drama and tragedy
Romance"I trusted you! I cant believe you would do this." My husband said, tears streaming down his silver face, gleaming in the bright kitchen lights. . . The kitchen drawer I once called home, my safe place is now BROKEN and no one can fix it. In my one...
