Diana is a praised journalist who works for the Toronto Life magazine. It is a very popular and well known magazine that everyone in Toronto reads. Her main focus area is the Culture part of the magazine where she covers information about artist wh...
With Carlin deciding to sleep on the couch, I felt so alone in our queen size bed. I was tossing and turning all night long. I could barely sleep and think. So much was going through my head to the point where I wanted to shut down and sink into darkness. 6 a.m. came along and I heard movement from outside. Carlin must be getting ready to go to work. I pulled the covers over me and pretended to still be asleep. I was hoping he would at least caress my cheek, run his fingers through my hair or just say good morning to me.
He did none of the above when he came into the bedroom. Instead, he walked around getting himself ready acting like I'm not laying here. I finally swung the covers from over me and sat up to look at him. He didn't look my way but just continued to do what he was doing. I sighed and began to say something but stopped myself. When he left the room to go into the bathroom, I got up and walked out into the living room.
I went over to where my work bag was laying and pulled out my notebook full of notes. I wanted to rip apart everything and toss it into the fire. I gripped onto the notebook so hard that the rings created indents in the palm of my hand. I set it down on the counter and walked over to the fridge. I was beyond hungry and it felt like I haven't eaten in days. I opened the fridge to take a look inside, it was damn near empty.
"Carlin!" I shouted but he didn't answer. He came from out of the bedroom and looked over at me. "Can you please talk to me and stop giving me the silent treatment? I said I was sorry" I bit my lower lip waiting for him to respond.
He walked over to the couch and sat down. He began to put his work boots on. "Did you sleep with him?" The words pierced through my ears and my heart began to race.
"What did you say?" I said, trying to act like I didn't hear him clearly.
Carlin turned around to look at me. His eyes were filled with pain. "Did you sleep with him Diana. It's a simple yes or no question"
I froze for a moment. My mind was telling me to lie and my heart was telling me to just say the truth. i was so conflicted at the moment and without thinking, I blurted out my answer. "No!"
He sighed and turned back around.I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I quickly wiped them away and walked over to where Carlin was sitting. I sat only inches away and could barely make eye contact with him. He put one finger underneath of my chin and lifted my head up so we would look each other in the eyes.
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"Are you lying Diana? Please don't lie to me..."
I swallowed so hard, I felt like I couldn't even get the words out. He did not look away from me not once and his eyes were just pleading for the truth. I still lied. "No, I did not sleep with him. Trust me baby" I said in a soft tone.
He let his fingers fall away from underneath my chin and to my hands. He held both of my hands in his and gave them a gentle squeeze. Carlin did not say anything else after that, he just got up and went over to the key tree. I got up after him and followed him to the front door. He turned around to look at me.
