A Nice Guy

21

Angel didn't have much to say to Hazel in the kitchen. You know, after she caught us. She really emphasized the fact that she was disappointed, though. She told her how she couldn't possibly understand why she would willingly ruin her marriage, her "perfectly fine" marriage. Yeah, right. If it was so perfect, why'd my dick end up in her? Next.

I ended up slipping out of the back door as Hazel begged her sister to let her explain. I couldn't sit there and listen to that, not being able to defend her—to defend us. I figured I'd probably make the entire situation worse with my presence, so yeah, I left. Under different circumstances I would've definitely taken all of the blame back there.

I go home. I sit at the end of my bed. I just sit there, not doing anything for the longest time. Just stare at my floor, thinking of every scenario that could take place now that we've been caught. I go through the shitty ones first; never seeing Hazel again, or our child. Getting my teeth knocked out by Derrick. Getting my teeth knocked out by Angel. And then I go through the better ones; Hazel and Derrick divorcing. Hazel and I being together, raising our child. Eventually getting married.

I stand up, stretch. I feel like I've fixed my shitty mood with my delusional thoughts. God, I hope they're not that delusional, though. What I would give to able to raise my child, let alone claim it as my own.

I don't hear from Hazel for a few days, nor do I reach out to her. I can't. I can't physically make myself call or text her. To be honest, I'm too paranoid to even think about her lately. I've even started smoking cigarettes to help with the anxiety.

I spontaneously got head from a hooker once, too, thinking it would make me feel better. It didn't, of course. She couldn't make me cum, barely could keep me hard. It was a waste of fifty bucks, but what did I fucking expect? Some random whore off the street could never compete with Hazel. Hell, even Anna couldn't.

I also impulsively bought another car. A blacked out mustang. It's brand spanking new, fresh off the lot, less than 100 miles on it. Worst fucking financial decision of my life, but I need it. The next morning, I park it in front of Hazel's house. I can't text or call her, so this is my only option. I don't know what my plan is, honestly, I just know my car won't be recognized, so I need to take advantage of that.

I guess I'm hoping to see Derrick bring out boxes of his things one trip at a time, confirming that they've split up and I have a shot at taking his spot. He doesn't, though. It's seven in the morning. I watch as he drives off to work, same as any other day. Not a damn box in sight. In fact, the house looks exactly the same as it normally would. Would it look any different if he'd found out, though? I suck my teeth in annoyance. If he hasn't moved out, that means he still doesn't know, right? That's the only explanation.

I assumed Angel would've told him by now. I should've known better. Of course she'd keep the secret if Hazel requested her to, it's her sister after all. I start up my car, ready to head back home. A 45 minute trip. I'll be back later though; she's worth the drive.