The last few days have been a blur, despite everything I feel life goes on. I can’t believe I had to help deliver a baby in my own house! One thing I learnt was the paramedics are useless and I don’t like blood.
The baby was beautiful mind, little Aaron. He’s the cutest baby since Cameron was born, I’ve never seen Mark so happy even if he was in my presence. Naturally we didn’t talk he kept his distance from me; fucking idiot. Finally I’m home; I’ve been to visit Rina, shopping done, tea cooked, Glen’s food is cold as per usual. Once again he’s text me saying he’ll be late from the studio, it sounds selfish really. But who wants to have a boyfriend who’s a drunk and is never home...not me.
I’d been sitting twiddling my thumbs worrying when he came staggering in. For fuck sake, just when I want to interrogate him.
“Ooh, shit. When did that table get there?” he laughs, stumbling over to me.
“Hello babe, have you missed me? Because I sure have missed you..” he slurs slamming himself down onto the sofa beside me with a thud. He chuckles as his hand runs up my leg leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“What’re you doing?” I ask as he leans into me. His aftershave isn’t right, what?
Before I have a chance to press him on the matter he leans in kissing me firmly making every sense in my body shut off. He’s got so much influence over me, one kiss can stop everything that’s going on around me. He opens his mouth slightly to deepen the kiss, my body’s pushed down onto the sofa as he leaning onto me. My hands drift to the side of his face as he kisses me even more, my hand sticks to something on just under his ear but I don’t get to ask about it my hips are yanked up as Glen’s hands pull the front of my jeans to undo the button, fumbling slightly, his other hand sliding up the front of my top.
“Glen. Stop..” I mutter, using all my weigh to pull myself back down.
“Shhh, we haven’t done this in ages..” he groans, pulling my legs up to wrap round his waist.
My hands thump into his chest in a half-arsed attempt to get him off. One side of my brain wants to run a mile the other dominant part wants him as much as he wants me. I push up and kiss him in an effort to satisfy him for a bit. But as his hands reach to pull my jeans off my own flutter over something my eyes locking onto the pink smudge on his neck...
“Glen what’s this?” I ask dazed by his lips on my shoulder, he just grumbles disinterested, he’s more worried about stripping me...
His lips flutter over a sensitive spot on my neck and I lose control for a second grasping the back of his neck with my nails. He pulls back and stares at me with mischievous eyes;
“That’s the way we’re playing it huh? Mmm..” he whispers gruffly leaning closer with every word, my eyes find another pink mark closer to his shoulder this time. It’s not...no.
“Glen, what is that on your fucking neck?!” I exclaim, his mouth falls onto mine for a brief second before I shove him hard in the chest. My hand wipes over the...lipstick mark on his neck to shove it in front of his face.
“What IS THIS?!” I yell, wriggling to sit up a little it’s difficult with his weight laying on me.
“What’re you on about?” he huffs staring right at the mark on my hand.
“What’d you mean! It’s fucking bright pink lipstick!” I shriek watching him stare at it.
“It’s yours you doofus. Now shut up and kiss me will you, you’ve been weird since I got in and...I m-miss your kisses.” He pouts, slurring over his words...
His lips move to mine again, I keep him distracted while I move my hands to find anymore stupid lipstick marks. Shit, as my hands move under his shirt to his chest my hand brushes over a lipstick mark. That’s it, my lips rip away from his and I push myself up.
“This, this and fucking THIS! Is lipstick!” I yell, yanking his shirt up forcing him to look at it.
“It’s yours.” He snaps angrily, his hands tighten around my waist trying to pull me down.
“Does it look like I’m wearing hooker lipstick you idiot! Who fucking was she?!” I scream at him, the force of my words angers him as he goes flying off me. His foot kicks the table smashing the glass of it. I gasp for a millisecond but anger which’s been in check steams out with an unusual pain in my stomach, I shrug it off as he screams angrily.
“Who was she?! Are you fucking seriously accusing me of cheating? You’re mental!” his words have no effect whatsoever I’m too angry.
“How did the lipstick get there then huh? It didn’t magically appear on your skin did it!” I scream, watching his face twist with emotion before turning back to a glare.
“You’re crazy! You must have planted it there, some twisted way of getting some revenge because of my drinking...” he snaps throwing his hands in the air. I watch him pacing running his hand through his hair. The pain grumbles through my lower stomach again as my emotions stew.
“Revenge? You’re so fucking stupid. You cheated and you know it! Fuck you I should have listened to Mark!!” I scream, tears, anger and a nervous laugh all pour out at once as he steps forward angrily.
“What did you just say?!” he steps forward into my personal space totally different to how he was minutes earlier.
“You cheated and you know it! I should have fucking listened!” I snap, it’s a little muffled by a groan but he ignores it.
“Fuck this.” He shouts stomping up the stairs.
I hear the bedroom door slam and I’m left standing alone in the front room, my head’s pounding the annoying stomach cramp is still lingering. My mind is going mental I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid.
“I should have listened...” I whimper, sinking to the floor in a heap. How did it get to this?
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