Linda walked into the living room and stood staring at me.
"What you doin?"
She sat down next to Monica and exhaled."Monica, I'm leaving. I'm just not happy here."
Bucking my eyes. "What you mean? We're good."
"No your good. I've been going through the motions and I'm miserable."
"What the fuck Linda! Aren't you tired of whoring around? Im a good ass woman and you just don't appreciate me."
"Who said anything about another woman?"
"Damn, Im not stupid or blind."
Linda had cheated several times before and Monica always took her back. Her flings lasted only a couple of weeks. Either whoever she was screwing got bored or their money and gifts ran out.
Monica always took her back. It had to be because she was fearful of being alone. But this time was different she wasnt going to plead for her to stay. She wasn't going to cry. Instead she got up from the couch and said., "You know what let me help you out."
Monica walks up the stairs to the bedroom they shared. Pulling out a suitcase. She throws whatever would fit in the bag. She turns around and walks towards the master bathroom. Making it to the doorway the anger took over and she charges Linda from the back and starts pummeling her with her first. With each blow she calls her every name but, a child of God. Linda grabs her by the wrist and holds them down by her waistside.
With a trembling voice. "You continue to be with other bitches but, this time her shit so good your leaving me! Linda let go of her hands and Monica wiped the tears and snot off of her face with the t-shirt she was wearing.
"I know it's cliche but, it's not you it's me."
"Your full of shit Linda, it is you. Don't fucking insult me. I never stepped out on you. I never had the desire. I loved everything about you,about us.
"Ok, well I need a couple of days to get my living situation together."
"Haha, that's funny. I guess you better get a room. Because you need to leave."
She zipped up the bag and walked down the stairs. Throwing the bag on the bottom landing.
She looked at the bookcase and grabbed the angel paperweight and threw it at Linda's head. She moved out of the way just in time and it shattered on the wall.
"Are you friggen crazy!" She picked up her bag and closed the door to the home and the life that was shared togetber behind her.
Monica fell to her knees. Feeling as if she couldn't breath. She finally let the tears go as she lay in a heap crying until exhaustion and sleep took over.
A few hours later, Monica woke up where she fell. She was physically and emotionally exhausted from tonight's events. She got up off the floor. Walked up the staircase to her room and layed across her bed.
A single beep came from her phone which was on the nightstand letting her know she had a message. She looked at the screen and saw missed calls and voicemails. After punching in her code. She listens to the first message. It was from Marie her best friend. Telling her to call her when she was free. Erasing the message, she didn't feel like hearing Marie's mouth tonight. With the I told you so remarks and how low down Linda was.
The other was from Linda, "Baby, I'm sorry. Give me sometime to get my shit together. I'm staying at the Comfort, room 226. I love you."
"I guess she told her the motel and room. To prove she wasn't with someone. But everyone knows a bitch will lay in bed right next to some trick and lie and say she's alone.
