My dress was still on the couch. Unfortunately, a newly awake John was there as well. I didn’t even care as I dropped the blanket and slipped it on right there in front of him. He looked at me uninterestedly.
“Lover’s spat?” He questioned casually, taking a sip from his cup of tea. I looked at him placidly through tear swollen eyes. “Go to hell Lennon.”
As I marched out the door, I heard him laugh behind me. “I’ll be there soon enough love!’”
I didn’t want to take a cab so I half-walked half-stumbled down the sidewalk, not having a clue where I was going.
It didn’t really matter though.
Guilt was going to eat me alive before I made it home anyway. I felt violated, and stupid. I had never intended to let things go so far.
How could I do this to Danny? He’d never been a bad boyfriend. Hitting me was an accident. He would apologize, and I would forgive him. Because I love him.
But how could I apologize for what I had done?
This was all so messed up. I am supposed to love Danny, but I know I didn’t drink enough last night to lose judgment. I slept with George because I had wanted to, and that was scary. I wanted to say I was drunk, because with George I felt things I never had before. Things I’d never experienced with Danny.
I had cheated. Cheated.
It was a dirty word; something that tramps and drunken husbands do, something for an unlovable person to do. The ultimate unforgivable sin in a relationship.
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Another Day
ФанфикDonna Mayfield has lived in London all her life. In the year of 1963, she has settled down with a potential husband at eighteen years old and is relatively happy. But things go wrong when a dark-headed, hazel-eyed individual pops into her life. Now...
