"He won't answer my calls Ivey. It's been two weeks." Carrie cried over the phone to her best friend as she drove through Nashville.
"Carrie, go talk to him. He must be staying at the cottage. Go before it's too late." Ivey said, hoping that her friend would take her advice and go talk to her husband.
"Okay, I'll go there now. Thank you." Carrie sighed before hanging up, stopping at a stoplight. It had been a week since the incident and it was tearing Carrie apart not talking to Mike. She needed him now more than ever; although, she knew that the last thing he wanted was to see her.
Pulling into the long, stretched out driveway of their country cottage, she was more nervous than ever. She was afraid of what Mike would say. Would he even give her the chance to explain, probably not but all she could do was try.
Hearing his wive's high heels clicking as she walked, Mike was encouraged to continue what he was doing, just to hurt her. Carrie's voice caught in her throat before she could say a word, seeing her husband kissing a petite brunette at the kitchen table, her sitting comfortably on his lap. She was wearing only his t-shirt and a pair of heels, something that Carrie knew from experience drove him crazy.
"Excuse me, we're kinda in the middle of something if you didn't notice." Mike pulled away from the younger woman, tears welling up in Carrie's eyes. He thought that he'd enjoy seeing Carrie hurt the way he did, only he didn't feel good about himself once he saw she was about to start crying. He felt like it was a dick move more than anything.
"Mike, can we please talk?" The blonde struggled to get her words out, causing the woman to furrow her eyebrows confused.
"I guess I can get going. Mike, call me?" Carrie pressed her lips together, watching the woman stand from her husband's lap, getting her purse from the couch and walking out of the front door without even stopping to put on a pair of pants.
Carrie didn't know what to say. She never thought that Mike could do something so cruel, simply to hurt her. "Mike, I never thought you would do this. You brought a woman into our house." She choked, still fighting to hold her tears back.
"Just like you did but hey, at least it wasn't your best friend." Mike quickly replied, standing from his chair. "Carrie, I knew that you were always a little crazy but I never pictured you to be a whore." Mike shook his head, chuckling.
A single tear ran down her face. Mike felt like a complete asshole for what he'd just said but he wanted her to hurt like he did. He wanted her to feel the pain that he felt, walking in on his wife with another man.
"He raped me." The woman held her breath, more tears escaping her eyes. "He came up behind me and pushed me on the bed. He tied me to the posts." Carrie sniffled, pulling up her sleeves, Mike's heart aching the second he saw the rashes on her wrists from the rope. "I wasn't begging him to continue; I was begging him to stop." She pulled her sleeves back down, wiping her face. "You were so quick to replace me." Carrie took a deep breath, the tears still streaming down her face. "I don't mean as much to you as I thought." She added, nodding gently before turning to walk out of the kitchen only he stopped her. "Don't touch me!" She raised her voice immediately.
"Carrie,-"
"No, please, I can't do this. I can't believe you would do this. How could you believe I'd do that to you?" She asked, trying to compose herself only it was nearly impossible.
"Don't leave, I had no idea." Mike said, attempting to hug her but she pulled away.
"Please stop!" Carrie pushed him away quickly. "I can't even look at you." She shook her head as she walked out of the house.
Carrie fell apart the second she got back to their main house, going up into the guest room and pulling the sheets over her head. She had been sleeping in this specific room since the incident happened. Carrie struggled going in her bedroom just to get different things; there was no way she could ever sleep in that bed again after what'd happened.
Mike didn't know what to do after she told him what had really happened. He didn't know what to say to her. To him, he didn't replace her. She was irreplaceable.
