The Bridge (Book 1 of Xav-Verse)

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER NINE

"What!!!" Ann exclaimed.

"Girl, what did you just spill?" Lisa asked shocked. "Are you saying you slept with another guy? You cheated?"

Angela nodded soberly.

"That's preposterous. Unbelievable. Shitty," Ann said. "How? Why?"

"It hurts. Thinking about that act, that abomination, torments me. It feels like I'm about to be disintegrated," Angela said, bowed her head and placed her hands on it.

"I can't believe I did that. I can't believe I cheated on Richard. I feel terrible," she said.

"But how and when?" Lisa asked. Angela sobbed in response. Ann moved and sat beside her, consoling her.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it," she said.

"It wasn't intentional. I wasn't myself. I was drunk. I did it unconsciously," Angela said crying.

"It's okay." Ann patted her. The room was quiet and tense.

"It was last week. You girls weren't around. You, Ann, went home while you, Lisa, went to see your elder sister who put to birth. I was lonely and bored, Richard was busy, so I decided to hang out alone. I went to a club where I met this guy, Jasper by name, who kept me company. We drank, chatted and munched. I didn't dance with him because I deemed that improper. I took lots of alcohol and got severely drunk, that was all I could remember. The next morning, I found myself naked with him on the bed, my bed, in this house. I was shocked and mad at that. I confronted him, he told me I was the one that persuaded him to have sex with me. He told me, in my drunken state, I told him to take me home, brought him here and lured him into sleeping with me," Angela narrated tearily.

"What nonsense, that Jasper guy took advantage of you," Lisa uttered with disgust.
"I don't think so. If he did that, the act would have taken place in his house or an hotel room but no, it took place in this house, my room, my bed. I brought him here, I asked him to bring me here, which means, in my drunken state, my unconscious state, I did shits. I'm a bloody motherfucking seductress and a cheat," Angela replied and bursted more into tears, her friends consoling her.

"I don't think I can forgive myself. I can't do this anymore. I can't keep it to to myself. I should tell Richard..."

"Sweetie, I don't think that's a good idea," Ann cut her off.

"Me too. That will only complicate things the more," Lisa commented.

"I know, but I can't keep it to myself anymore. I've been trying to for days now, but the more I try sealing it up, the more I feel choked. I feel torn apart, the guilt in me is much, it's killing me. I need to let go of it by letting Richard know about it. It's a risk, that I know, but I feel it's the right thing to do."

*****

Richard laughed with vigour, laughter that reeked of pain, anger and sadness. This was his reaction after Angela narrated her cheatcapades to him. Suddenly, he became quiet. Hurt, disgust and sadness in his eyes.

"Richard, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It was unintentional. Please I'm sorry, forgive me..."

"Shut the fuck up. I say shut those things you call mouth up," he ordered loudly.

"Please, I'm sorry. I love you Richard. Please."
"You love me?"

"Yes I do. You know I do."

"You love me?" She nodded in reply, tears running down her cheeks.

"That's fallacy. If you do, you wouldn't have cheated," he said with pain.

"Please Richard, it wasn't intentional. I was drunk."