Aeviternal

5

Jake p.o.v

"That was a nice memoir"

I hummed in agreement as i drove up into the driveway of my house, i turned off the car and sat still, patricia looked over at me and sighted.

"Ill wait inside, do you want something to eat? Theres left over lasagna"

She offered, i looked down at my hands that laid still on my lap "sure, why not" she reached forward and kissed my cheek sweetly before she got out of the car and i watched as she walked up to the front door and unlocked it.

I didnt love her.

Yet she was the one i woke up to ever morning, she was the one that stood by my side when i got sick, she was the one fight for our marriage but i didnt love her. I once thought i did and then i met kataleah.

Kataleah was a bunch of emotions hitting me at the same time, she was alive and free, she made me feel invinsible and seen at the same time, she made me feel loved.

My marriage was not the same after the news broke out that i was dating a student, the school council and the community all went mad, i was close to loosing my job, they couldnt do anything when kataleah ran, they had no evidence. I would have lost it all and i didnt even care.

I was young, i was 21 fresh out of college when i went into mcklein high as a substitute teacher, kataleah was a 17 year old rebellious girl, it was wrong i know but from the moment i set my eyes on her, i could never look away. She was something that captivated me in every single way, i didnt believe in love at first sight until i met her.

I tried to convince myself that i was being foolish, that she was just a pretty face in my class but that wasnt it, kataleah made me feel things that patricia never could. I blamed myself for a while and then i blamed kata and then i realized it wasnt anybodys foult.

Now i see her again and everything hits me like walking into a brick wall.

I stepped out the car and locked it, walking back to my house i had to pretend again that i was a perfect husband and that me and patricia were a perfect marriage.

Patricia has been wanting to have a child for 3 years now but i cant do it, i cant give a child to a person i do not love, i dont know if that makes me a cruel person, i just dont think a child should be born in a broken home.

I smelt the left over lasagna being heated in the kitchen, i sighed and walked up the stairs and into our shared bedroom, i took my tie off and let it fall to the ground. I fell back onto my side of the bed and breathed heavily.

I had set these scenes in my head on how i would meet kataleah again and none of them matched up to it. I was disappointed, i was just not ready for it. I sat up and reached onto my nightstand.

There it was the yearbook, i had found myself searching for her name more then once. I opened and flipped a few pages before i found her, she wore a proud smile, she looked beautiful. I scanned my hand down her picture and smiled.

"Jake-"

I quickly closed the book and hid it behind me as patricia stepped into our room. She gave me a curious glance and picked up my tie from the ground and started to fold it.

"I came to tell you that the lasagna was ready....everything alright?"

She questioned, i nodded slightly like i was guilty for looking at her photo. In some way i was selfish for harming patricia so much and knowing it , being able to understand my actions and doing them anyways. She walked into our walk in closet and placed the tie back in its place.

Patricia was always neat, everything had to be set and done a certain kind of way and thats a reason i fell for her, i was messy and she was neat and she set order in my unbalanced world. Now, thats just one more thing i dislike about her, one of my biggest pet peeves is how she seems to be in control of everything.

I guess the reason why me cheating on her with kataleah hurt so much is because it was out of her control, it wasnt something she could fix.

I mean she ran away to her mothers house for 2 whole weeks, i dont blame her, im as bad of a husband as they come. The biggest question was what was i doing still with her?

I dont have an answer for that.

I felt like a rebellius teen who hated their parents but was too afraid to step into the real world all alone.

I stood up and filed out the bedroom into the kitchen, where a white plate was neatly placed on our dinning table, a fork and a knife sitting on thw right and a spoon and a table spoon sitting on the left.

So neat

I guess at this point i was just searching for reasons to why i was so sick of my marriage. We just decided to fix things when we couldnt and now we pretended that everything was okay, that we werent hurting, her for me and i for kataleah.

I sat onto the chair and looked down at my plate, i didnt want this, the food, the plates, the house, patricia.

I wanted kataleah.