Saving Mr Jones

Chapter 2

Packing my things from my desk, I quickly made an exist out of there not wanting to stay and explain to my colleagues why I was sacked. Driving in my blue Mercedes convertible, I spent ages thinking that the day couldn't get any worse and I suddenly realised that I wouldn't see Jason today because he his way at a lawyers retreat or something like that; this added to my already sour mood. I pulled into my driveway, seeing his car. °Maybe he left his car° I thought. Our house was a two storey situated at Lincoln park, one of the famous and expensive places to live in Chicago. It really reflected how much Jason was earning- which was a lot and it also filled me with joy that I would be a comfortable woman in life. It was white, with three bedroom, two guest toilets and a massive garden that I didn't have enough time to give it my attention. I walked into my house, feeling a sense of relief that I was in my place of comfort.

Once I got into the living room, I panicked. There were two empty wine glasses on the table and what looks to be my sister's red heels. Suddenly I felt angry. She has obviously brought one of her "man" friend into my house again. This will be the third time she has done something like this. When I got her the last two times, I didn't see the boy though; but I threatened to take away the spare key she had away from her. It happened last week and when I asked her why she didn't go to the house(she still lives with my parents), she gave me one lame excuse that I can't even remember. I stomped upstairs to confront her, when I heard moaning coming from my room. Oh she would not dare do it in the room I shared with Jason! I bust the door open and what I saw left me speechless.

My fiancée on top of my pleasure- stroked sister. Her hair messy and all over the place, with her encouraging him to go faster and Jason doing so willingly. I couldn't move

"No no no no no no " I repeated trying to drown out the scene in front of me, then I heard a scream. I turned to look at the two betraying people, the people I loved so much; finally acknowledging that I was in the room.

"Hon... Honey it's not what it looks like" he struggled to get out.

"Not what it looks like. So you weren't just doing it with my SISTER?" I screamed, absolutely livid.

"Well yeah... But you weren't meant to be here! You were meant to be at work still. Honey please.."

"Because I was meant to be at work gave you the right to sleep with my sister! Are you out of your mind. How long as this be going on?" I questioned, wanting answers.

"For a few weeks now" Megan started. "We were only trying to relieve the stress of this wedding, it doesn't really mean anything. I'm really sorry" she cried, but I was far from sympathetic.

"You are using my own wedding has a leverage for your disgraceful act. I can't believe you, either of you" I turned, trying to walk away but Jason grabbed on to me.

"Honey we can sort this......"

"Sort what out? What you did is unforgivable, I can't even look you in the face and not be hurt. This wedding and relationship is over" I said, running out of the room. I heard my name being called but I couldn't care less, I went into my car driving to God knows where.

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I ended up at Sasha's place. Sasha has been my best friend since high school, sticking with me all through the high school dramas. Apart from Megan, she was my only best friend I could ever turn to.

She listened to me wholeheartedly and let me weep on her, even calling my ex fiancée a douchebag that didn't deserve my tears and my sister a slut that couldn't keep her legs close. I know she was trying to make me feel better, but I couldn't get over the betrayal. I kept seeing both of them together in my head, over and over again. Why? I asked myself. Why did I deserve this from the two people I loved the most? Why my sister? If it was a stranger, I won't be as crushed as I am right now. But the thought that my own flesh and blood would do this to me left be devastated.

Was I naive to think that someone as handsome as Jason would want boring old me and only man for the rest of his life? Yes, maybe I was. Maybe men can't really do that big of a commitment to a women, as Sasha has told me numerous times. Broken. I felt broken and empty. I cried so much that when it got to night time, I was worn out. I went to bed in Sasha's guest room, without food. Just with a feeling of emptiness. This day really turned out to be the worse.