Homewrecker

Fifteen

Rachel POV

It's been a full month since breaking up with Marshall. I was heartbroken the first couple of days but now all I feel is anger. Angry that I've seen him come home drunk every single night which makes me think that he's somewhere with another women. I can't believe that he accused me of cheating on him when he's the one in our relationship that should be accused.

I walk out the door to head to work. I see Marshall getting out of his car. He notices me quickly.

"Rachel!"

"I can't talk I'm gonna be late Marshall"

"Please just one minute" Marshall begs. I sigh letting him walk over to me.

"I'm sorry for accusing you of cheating I've been insecure about our relationship lately" He explains.

"It's whatever but I really gotta go" I say unlocking me car door.

"Rach... can I come over when you get home?" He asks me. I glance up at him.

"Don't you have to get drunk tonight or something" I say with attitude. Marshall frowns at me confused.

"Huh? Shit baby you've been spying on me" Marshall smirks and looks me up and down.

"No I just notice you come home stumbling around every night" I say seriously.

"I've been hanging with my friends, going to the hip hop shop" He tells me.
"So can I stop by" he asks again.

"Yeah I guess for a little" I tell him.
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I come home after my long shift. I glance at the clock seeing 2:12 am, no way Marshall will want to come by this late.

I get out of my car messing with my keys trying to find my house key.

"Where have you been young lady" Marshall says in a southern accent. I look to see him sitting a chair on my small porch.

"How long have you been here" I ask giggling.

"I don't know like an hour" He says.

I unlock my door letting us in. This gives me deja vu of him being here for the very first time. When he just wanted to get away from his crazy drunk ex girlfriend. Now he's trying to get back with me.

"It looks different in here" Marshall says as he sits down.

"Yeah I've been buying nicer furniture" I tell him.

"Damn where's all the money coming from" He ask jokingly. I don't want to tell him that I've worked a few shifts at the strip club. Not as a stripper but as a server.

"who's are these?" Marshall says picking up my bright red high heels. My eyes go wide when he does this.

"Oh those are just for work" I tell him. He looks at me suspiciously.

"You still working at the same bar?" He asks.

"Yeah, I work a few shifts at this other bar down the road" I tell him.

"Don't tell me it's that fuckin strip club!" Marshall says in shock.

"I-I yeah" I confess.

"You're a fuckin stripper? What the fuck?" He now says angrily.

"Oh my god no! I work as a waitress" I tell him.

"I've been to that club before, the servers are practically naked!"

"I'm not naked" I say laughing.
"I wear a bikini top, jean shots, and those heals" I say pointing at the one he was holding.

"Rachel...why that place? That's so fuckin trashy" He says in disgust.