Hide My Love

Home Wrecker.

As I wake the next morning, there is immense pain throughout my lower half. When I look down, I spot the dried blood on the couch and my legs. I make my way to the bathroom to clean up but once I take a glimpse at myself in the mirror, plans change. I study my bruised cheek and the heavy bags under my eyes. Any passerby would think I've taken a beating everyday, which I have in multiple ways.

"Could you speed it up princess, I need to shower too," Mike announces as he leans against the door frame.

"You...you did this to me," I point to the dried blood.

"You were practically begging for my cock inside you. That's on you sweetheart," he chuckled before walking away.

My blood began to boil and inexplicable thoughts popped up in my mind. No matter, I decide a shower is what I need right now, and a place of my own.
Nevertheless, the water burns the sensitive skin surrounding my vagina when I washed the blood off.

After my shower, I dress myself and try to escape the hell house as soon as possible.

"You better be serving a customer or running errands for me," Mary demanded as she stood in front of the front door.

"I've been a legal adult for several years, I don't need you to keep me locked in here with a sociopath and a rapist." I push through her and exit the house.

Once I'm a couple of houses down from my own, I hear my mother yell out to me. I ignore her and continue on, however, she makes her way to me screaming.

"You are such a fucking disappointment to me. I wish you were aborted. Don't ever complain about being raped or some made up shit to get Mike in trouble ever again. That's on you, it's because your a no good slut. Did you hear me, a dumb, useless, home wrecker."

My body shutters with anger and I halt in the middle of the sidewalk. I turn slowly to see that she has stopped in her place as well, Mike following behind her.

"I. Am. Not. A. Slut. I'm not a home wrecker. Never, and I mean never, speak to me again." I finish, turning around and continue walking.

"You really think rich boy likes you, huh? No. Never. He's just using you for a good time, that's what they all do. He will tell you he loves you and prefers you over his wife, but in reality he just wants you around for the sex and good blowjobs. All you are, is a side piece to his game." She finishes, walking back home.

I stop in my tracks and think about what she said. She's right, you are obviously nothing to him. Why do you care so much about him though? Suddenly, my phone rings frantically. I look at the screen to see Alex's name pop up. Instead, I decline and proceed to call Peter.

After multiple rings, he picks up, but he sounds like he's short of breath.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah just got done with a run," he pants back.

"Would you like to meet up later?"

I start hearing a high pitched, familiar voice in the background. I tone out Peters answer to listen to this woman. She was apparently fairly close to phone, because I picked up her saying "come back" and "who's that darling."

"You know what, I don't need to see you. Not now, not later. Not anytime really," I hang up, and plop down on a rock near the bridge.

I notice after I ended the call, that Alex had called me more than 7 times in a 10 minute period. You should call him back. It's probably an emergency.

He calls once again and I decide to pick up the phone and be mature. Before he gets a word out, I make my announcement.

"I'm not a tool Alex. If I'm your side girl, let me go. I can't handle this anymore." I stutter out.

I can hear him sigh on the opposite end and cough. "Could you please meet me at my house?"

"No, I can't be doing this again."

    "I just need to talk, nothing more. I can meet you at your place if you want?"

    "I don't live there anymore, we can meet at Jerry's Coffee shop." I spit out, not even recollecting anything I had just said.

    "I'll see you there in 10?"

    "I suppose you will," I hang up sighing.

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When I enter the coffee shop, I spot Alex sitting at small table near the window facing a park. He waves his hand up at me, and I make my way over to him.
A server comes over and takes our order and leaves minutes later. The silence between us is almost unbearable.

    "You said you had -" I begin but Alex cuts me short.

    "I think Bridget's having an affair." He spills out, while his thumbs play with each other frantically.

    "She wouldn't be the only one, now would she? Have you gotten yourself a new 'whore'?" I snap.

    "No," he glances up at me, then back down to his hands. "Anyways, I don't think the baby is mine. The day you and Peter first met was the first time we had sex in a long time."

I think about the situation he is in, and how it must feel to be married and 'committed'. And just to be lead to believe your significant other is carrying your child, when in reality they aren't.

    "I'm sorry Alex," I reach out to place my hand on his.

    "Peter."

    "What?"

    "That son of a bitch," were the last words I heard before he shot up and left the shop.

What did Peter have to do with Bridget? Then I start putting two and two together, and understand completely what Alex thought. It would explain why Peter was always around Bridget and the familiar voice in the background of our phone call.

After finishing my coffee, I left and headed over to Alex's house to further discuss what could be occurring. When I arrive, the front door was completely open and Peters car was parked several houses down. As I walked inside, I heard multiple voices yelling upstairs. When I entered the master bedroom, I found the accused pair in the bed together, naked and frustrated.

    "You skank, whore, no good slut. Get the fuck out of my house. And you, oh you! Peter, you should be glad I haven't killed you yet." The British voice screams out, his fists throwing in the air.

I'm still in complete shock of what I walked in on, until somebody brings my name into the argument.

    "You act like I didn't know you were fucking Athena for 2 years! Really Alex, you can get rid of me and but not that STD carrying prostitute?" Bridget stammers, pointing straight at me.

Peter glances at me with pure confusion. "You're a prostitute? I thought you were his secretary?"

    "What does it matter now? We all know she's the reason this all started. She'll take any dick she can get. Even if it's forced upon her," Bridget laughs as she walks towards me, completely bare. Then slaps my face and walks out of the room proudly.

I hold the side of my face before looking at both Peter and Alex. They continued bitching at each other and I decided it was my que to leave.

'Did you hear me, you dumb, useless, home wrecker.'

Home wrecker.