BROKEN HEART

#3- CHEATER.

   The following night, Elijah didn't return home until midnight making Samantha very worried, he wasn't picking up any of his calls and wasn't replying her texts.

   She held her knee to her chest sitting on the couch in the dark house, she'd wait till whenever he returned.

    She needed to inform him about her plans to get a new job, or else he'd be upset again, these days she had been pissing him off, so she promised to make it up to him before the weekend, she'd either save up to make a nice meal for him or take him somewhere.

   SAMANTHA'S POV.....

    The night was really chilly, I shivered as the cold breeze from outside kissed my thin legs.

   the heater has been giving issues these days, luckily there would be no mosquitoes tonight.

  I pulled down the sleeve of my sweater to cover my palms and rubbed my goosed legs with it.

   Did Elijah go out with a coat?. I thought and turned towards the direction of the door,I hope he doesn't catch a cold what is  keeping him out so long.

   I sat there for more than an hour, and my head was beginning to tilt slowly as I was tired, I shook my head vigorously trying to overcome the sleep .

   I was about to give up and go to bed when the door suddenly sprung open.

   "Eli-". I stood up and tried to call out, when I noticed he wasn't alone, he had a woman in his arms.

   Still kissing her, he turned on the light, I could see her bloody red lipstick on his face and collar, I could here the aroused breaths of the two, 'so this is where he had been'. I thought to myself.

   He furiously kissed her for a while in front of me, it seems he didn't see me or just didn't care that I was there.

   I sank into the chair in a daze, my eyes fixated on the two, that was Elijah my boyfriend with someone who was not me.

   I watched him unbutton her clothes and fling it into the air.

     Then he picked her up in his arms and took her inside, before they  went in, she threw her metallic purse towards my direction.

    I was too distracted to dodge and it gave me a pretty cut by the side of my head, I bit my lower lip hard trying not to cry, I stared lazily into space.

   I could hear the suffocating sounds of the two, like fine music on a cold night.

   Tears immediately strolling down my eyes, I smiled bitterly, was this to punish me because of how I bothered him about my problems the other day?

   It was my fault that I had been ignorant of how he must've been feeling,I thought only about myself.

   I curled into the couch and stretched my sweater to cover my knees.

    It would be better to go to sleep with a sad spirit than to go to work weak and tired with sore eyes.

  I couldn't sleep well as I wished, could they not go to a hotel or something, it didn't have to be the house that I paid for.

   What kind of woman would see another woman at the place where she and a man were  supposed to make out and not ask questions.

I shut my eyes tightly and covered my ears with my palms, I didn't want to hear anything about what they were doing.

   THE NEXT MORNING...
NARRATOR'S POV....

    Samantha was preparing breakfast for Elijah in the kitchen.

   When he woke up, he escorted his lady guest outside with a kiss, and then returned, he went over to the kitchen counter for breakfast.

   Samantha served him the breakfast and sat across him silently, he looked up from his plate when he noticed she was just staring.

   "Do you want something?". He asked suspiciously. She looked down at her fingers first before raising her head to answer the question.

   "Babe, do you not love me anymore?". She asked nervously watching his expression.

   "Why are you asking me that, did you put poison in this so you'd watch me die?". He asked searching inside the food with his fork suspiciously.

  "Babe, look at me, do you love me?". She asked again holding his hand to stop him from searching the food.

    "Can I really not do anything in peace in this house, what's gotten into you this morning, I woke up in a good mood, are you trying to test my patience?, hey stop being a pest okay".

  He was annoyed but her expression did not seem to budge, she desperately wanted to hear his answer to that question.

   "Last night you brought a woman to this house and made out with her, I'm curious if you still love me ".

   "Is that what this is about?... You're a really annoying woman you know that right?..

  it's your fault, you're always so busy for me and whenever you have the chance you remind me you're the one working not me, you're really unapproachable these days".

    He stated and dropped his cutlery on the plate,she just made him lose his appetite.
  
   "Do I really do that?". She asked in a low tone, had she really ever said something like that?.

  He stood up and was about to leave when she stood up and blocked his path.

   "What do you want again ". He asked irritated. "I still want to hear it, those words, do you still love me?.....how much did you give her for that".

   "You already made me skip breakfast with your insensitive questions, are you after my life?, move I have somewhere to go ".

  He moved to the other side but she blocked him again.

   "Is it really hard to say?... Fine , I'm sorry I haven't been paying attention to you, so can you not bring a woman here another day?.."

   She paused. "I'll leave you alone if you give me a goodbye hug, it's been so long since -"

   "That's enough ". He interrupted coldly. He grabbed her neck and pinned her against the wall.

   "Do you think I'm a pushover?, I should do it because you said so?, I'm your BOYFRIEND but you don't show me any respect,

    just because you pay for this place doesn't mean you can order me like I'm a child, if I do something wrong don't confront me if it's your fault."

   He removes his hand from her sore neck, and she catches her breath while holding her chest. He goes inside, grabs a coat and leaves the house without a word.

  She looked at the door in silence,she lifted her palms and wiped her eyes, without removing her gaze from the door like it would give her the answers she required, she stayed there for a while trying to recover herself before finally leaving for work.