The Other Woman

Get Over It

"You really aren't going to speak to me?" I ask Brad, walking into our/his house, he already had it before the whole split thing, I put work into it so I just call it mines most of the time.

He shook his head at me, taking my luggage off of me and carrying it upstairs. I laugh at his ridiculousness, following him to the bedroom, watching him put the cases on the bed and open them to do laundry.

"This is so childish, Brad. Why the hell are you so mad? I told Courteney... so what?!"

"I didn't want you to!" He fought back, carrying the pile of dirty clothes downstairs to the washing machine, separating darks and lights, throwing in a load. "I'm going out." He informed me as he ran his hand through his hair, making his way to the door. I continued to follow him, not stopping him, or asking him where he was going, instead I slammed the door behind him before walking away. It took him hours to finally come back home, the noise of his loud voice outside shouting 'thank you' to someone echoed, before the door handle began jiggling. I watched for a few minutes, realising whatever he's doing wont be working any time soon, so I grab the key and unlock the door. Brad comes flying in from leaning on the door, grabbing onto me for stability.

"I seen her." He mumbled, holding my shoulders.

"I'm sorry?" I have no idea who he's talking about, where he's been and why he's gotten himself so drunk that his clothes reek, along with his breath. "Who? Brad, who did you see?" I question him, shaking his face gently for him to focus on me.

"Angelina... her." He spat out practically disgusted. "She was in this... club."

I shrugged his hands off from me, glaring at him before walking away as he continued to talk.

"Nothing happened. I swear. Not on my part. I spoke to her, but only to be polite. She approached me. Then kissed my cheek. Jen, I shoved her off. I promise you, please believe me."

I sit back on the couch, crossing my arms and legs, hearing him out. He sat in front of me on the coffee table, rubbing my knee.

"I may be tipsy right now, but I'm sober enough to remember."

"Did you tell her no?"

"Did I tell her 'no'?" He scoffs. "Of course I did! I moved her and said it was inappropriate. I went outside and called a car company. Then she came out, so I walked away and somehow walked for four miles. I called another car and here I am."

"Alright." I nod. "I believe you."

"You do?" His face softened as he took my hands, his expression looking completely shocked.

"Mhm." I nod, smiling a little. "You didn't have to tell me you seen her, you could've pretended whatever happened didn't, but you told me and I believe you. Am I happy you went out to a club and got drunk? No. Am I happy we've still not resolved our earlier argument? No. But am I so grateful you were honest, told me what you felt when she done it and the first thing you done was left? Hell yeah." I sit forward, our knees weaving together. "You made a mistake before. Now, when the choice was in front of you again, you made the right decision."

"Jen, I don't deserve you one bit. You have a shit ton of understanding, I have no idea how though. I've treated you like a door mat and somehow I still have you."

"I'm getting there with you. Everyday you are improving in my book. The trust thing..." I began and he seemed to shift, a little nervous. "It's getting so strong that it may even be better than before."

"Really?" He grinned, moving his hands to cup my cheeks. "Don't say it unless you mean it. I don't want you regretting anything."

"Brad, baby... I have faith that soon, very soon may I add... we're going to be completely solid and I'll 100% trust you. I still need a little time, that's all I ask... but when I feel it, the first thing I'll do is tell you. And we can celebrate in a way you know very well."

He smirked at that, then placed a delicate kiss on the tip of my nose. "You are out of this world."

I smile, wrap my arms tightly around his neck, placing my forehead against his shoulder, taking in a deep breath. "I am pretty great."

A/N:
Sorry, sorry, sorry!! I'm so late with this update, I've had writers block and it's hard to get back on with writing!