Thick & Thin

Chapter Nineteen; When A Woman's Fed Up

Beyond pissed, Michelle sat stiff on Kevin's couch; resting her elbows on her knees. A stray tear slid down her left cheek before she brushed it away forcefully. She couldn't believe her state of mind right now. For months she had been oblivious to his actions and finally came across something that literally made her sick.

As usual, she and Kevin had spent some time together the night before and she ended up sleeping over. While Kevin went in to work, or wherever he liked to call it, Michelle took it upon herself to tidy up a bit around his place.

Kevin was no neat freak and still had boxes laying around from when he moved into the apartment a few months ago.

After picking up a few of his shirts and tossing them in the hamper, she began vacuuming around his bedroom until something got caught in it. Pulling the plug, she proceeded to examine the suction pipe. After lifting it up to an eye's sight, she retrieved a pair of pink lace boy shorts.

Either Kevin wasn't telling her something about himself or they belonged to another woman.

Dropping the vacuum on the floor and holding them far out; her facial expression quickly transformed from the questionable type to completely disgusted.

At a petite size 2, Michelle's tiny behind definitely didn't own a pair of size 6 underwear.

It was then, she realized that he had to be cheating. This shit just cut the cake. She never wanted to believe it before, but this was just going to be a little too hard for her to over-pass.

She dropped the underwear on the bed and put the vacuum back in it's typical location.

Her first instinct was to just light all of his shit on fire but she managed to calm herself down.

For some reason, revenge always made her feel a tad bit better, but she thought that would be a little childish in a situation like this. After all; she'd probably be the one getting charged for arson when it was all said and done.

So instead of trashing his apartment, she chilled out on the couch, waiting for him to come home.

For the past two hours she had been sitting in the exact same spot; with different scenarios running through her head. Sick scenarios at that. This man really had her going crazy. She imagined him walking through the door and blowing his dick off with a gun; too bad she didn't even own one.

She already knew once she brought it up, he'd probably have some bullshit excuse ready to throw back at her.

Just as that thought crossed her mind, she heard keys jingling outside of the door. Her muscles tensed up and she felt the tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She knew she should've just left like she planned to in the beginning, but she wanted answers.

The door flew open in a matter of seconds revealing Kevin. He stood there and locked the door before flipping the light switch. His heart jumped a bit once he realized Michelle had been sitting there in the dark for god knows how long.

"Whatchu doin baby?" he asked while walking into the kitchen and setting down a bag of McDonalds.

When she didn't reply, he stuck his head out and looked at her; automatically noticing the way her eyes pierced through the blank object in front of her with her lips pursed together like she was cursing someone in her mind.

"What's wrong?" he kneeled down in front of her and she sneered not being able to help the tears falling from her eyes.

She chuckled and opened her mouth; immediately tasting the salty contents streaming over her lips.

"You've been gone for a long time Kevin." she wiped her cheek and looked at her hand as if it had some type of message on it.

"I know. I told you I had to go to work for a few hours then I stopped by my mother's house to check up on her." he rubbed her thighs; still staring into her face for some type of explanation for her to be crying and looking like someone had just ripped her heart out. Little did he know.