Heartbreak Confessions

Surprise

It was a good feeling, to finish work early when it was thought to finish really late. It was the main reason why I practically skipped to my car. The best part is that my husband actually has a day off today. We haven't been spending a lot of time with each other lately, mostly because our work schedule usually conflicted each other. Even on the weekends we just end up being too tired to actually even make some time. But not today, today I was feeling good and I was intent on spending time with my hubby like old times. I thought about calling him and giving him a heads up to let him know I was on my way home. But I decided against it, I thought I may as well surprise him and I couldn't wait to do it. As I drove home I thought about all the things we can do for the rest of the afternoon. I thought about how we can bake cookies or brownies together, then probably play one of his favorite multiplayer video game. Maybe we can just watch a movie in bed, have a little movie marathon where we cuddle with each other and hopefully more. I grinned at the thought of doing more than just cuddling in bed, it has been a while after all.

An hour of driving later and I have finally drove up on the driveway of our two story house. I didn't bother parking the car in the garage, I thought it was a hassle to wait for the garage door to open especially in the morning when I am running later for work. I entered through front door and found the living surprisingly empty. I thought I would find him going on a video game marathon, but I guess not. I headed for the kitchen and still no husband to be found. I decided to grab myself a glassful of orange juice since I am already in the kitchen. As I drank the last drop of the juice I suddenly heard a loud thud coming from one of the room upstairs. This sent me on alert mode and I quickly grabbed a knife. It was probably an overreaction but I had good reason. One of the houses nearby was recently broken into, who is to say that our house was not next on the list? Besides, I don't remember seeing my husband's car outside so it is either he went out and there was something upstairs that made the sound or his car was in the garage and he just dropped something. Either it was better to be safe than sorry right?

I slowly head up the stairs, there was more thudding sounds but this time it was more of repetitive. When I got to the top of the stairs the thuds stopped but I continued to slowly make my way down the corridor, gripping the knife tightly. Sadly the floors squeaked once in a while but the squeaking was not the only noise I heard as I got closer to our room. There were moans... a woman's. My heart skipped a beat. Maybe he is just watching something and has the volume on really load, I thought to myself. But I felt tension building deep inside me. I could feel my heart pounding as I get closer and closer to the bedroom door and the sounds get louder. It's nothing, I tried to be optimistic about it.

I stood directly in front of the door. All I can hear are the moans and a few "Oh God" in between. It's nothing, I keep thinking to myself. I took one deep breath and grabbed the door handle and shoved the bedroom door open. I would love to say that what I saw was nothing but my husband pleasing himself and the television just had a ridiculously high volume... but no. Instead what I saw dropped my heart to the deepest bottom within me. My husband was home alright, but he was not home alone. There he was on the bed, our bed, and a woman underneath him.

I was not the only one startled when I pushed the door open, they were too. She shrieked and he cussed followed with "I didn't expect you to be early." Really? I could figure that part out myself. My heart pounded against my chest. I felt my eyes well up with tears. "I can explain," he said. "Explain what?" I asked him, my voice was broken. "I could see very well what is happening here and there is nothing to explain." This time I yelled as tears continue to run down my face. Five years of being together and this is what I get? "Why?" I said softly but I was not expecting an answer. I did not want an answer. I felt the sadness turn into anger. "Babe," he said getting up from the bed while the girl covers herself up with the bedsheets... my bedsheets! I felt my whole body tremble in anger. "Listen to me," he voice seems far away even though he was coming towards me. I closed my fist and remember I was still holding on to the knife I brought from the kitchen. The knife I took to protect myself. All it took was for him to say my name and I lost myself in anger.

To be honest I don't remember much of what happened next. I only remember screams, looks of shock, splashes of liquid and some struggles. All I know is I was tired after the whole ordeal. I was no longer holding the knife, not sure where I left it. When I finally felt calm all I can do is laugh. Laugh as I lay on the bed, our bed or at least what was our bed. Our bed that is now soaked in red. Laugh as I regain my memory and remembered I left the knife in your chest. What a surprise for you.

A/N: Hi! Hope you enjoyed reading this. This is actually the story version of a poem I made with the same name. ~Ciance