Saint Nick

Cheated

A/N//:
On the first day of Christmas
My author gave to me,
One cheater with too many regrets

Chapter One-Cheated

Red hair, moaning, skin against skin; I remembered everything and it plays in my head over and over. She was on top of him, gripping his shoulders with her head flung back in pure ecstasy. His name was on her lips and it wasn't my name he was groaning. I didn't have red hair, I wasn't the one on top of him...My name is not "Racheal".

I'm pretty sure that if I hadn't dropped that box, they wouldn't have noticed me even there. I remember running and then him calling my name as he ran stark naked out of his apartment. His blond hair was ruffled and his blue eyes still had large, lust-filled pupils that didn't come from me. "Winter, baby, wait!" His voice cracked a little, maybe out of pain, but I refused to believe that. The fact that he had the audacity to call me 'baby' after what just happened, really made my blood boil even now. "We can work this out, she was a mistake, I promise." He kept pleading with me, still naked, right up until I drove away.

So, here I am now, drinking this fancy bottle of wine that was supposed to be for Ben and I whilst in my sexy, red nightie. I almost gave my virginity to that scumbag! I shook my head and took another gulp of the sweet liquid.

Christmas used to be my favorite time of year and, up until this morning, I was the ridiculous 24 year old that still believed in Santa! Now, you may ask what does my fiancé cheating on me have to do with Santa? Well, it all has to do with that fact that I have been sheltered my whole life. Looking at it now, I was living in a fantasy world. For God's sake, I had an imaginary friend named Pickles until I was in the sixth grade! But here and now, this is reality; cold, lonely, and pretty suckish.  Anger and resentment filled my heart as I looked at the Christmas tree from across the room. Ben always used to say how much he loved live trees; how they set a cheery tone in the house it resided in, but looking at it, I didn't feel an ounce of cheer.

In a blind rage, I jumped up and kicked over the tree, orbs shattering on the hardwood floor. Stupid tree, stupid lights, stupid everything! Why had I been so focused on what was outside of reality this whole time?! I could have been prepared for the heart break to befall me...on the other hand, maybe I couldn't have. Tears filled my vision as I made my way around the corner and to my bedroom. I tore the pictures from the walls, even breaking their frames, as I walked along. For five years I shared my life with this man, respected him, trusted him, and all of it was for nothing! I could ask why I never noticed it, but I already know the answer to that.

I sat on my queen sized bed and moaned; not in ecstasy. I didn't feel like a Queen at all; I felt like a troll. Fuck Christmas, I say to myself. I just want to be alone. I lay back and take in the last few drops left in the sad, wine bottle, and set it against the nightstand. I looked at the metal bat on the other side of my nightstand, smirking to myself. Maybe one day I'd be bold(or drunk) enough to use it on Ben's sports car. I thought back to all the times we made out in the car and my heart clenched in agony. I closed my eyes, becoming lost in my thoughts and memories.

Summer...
"Ben!" I shrieked, laughing as he splashed me from the lake.

"Oh, come on, Winter! Don't be a baby!"

"I'm not a baby," I said, crossing my arms across my chest. I looked him up and down, appreciating his appearance. Ben looked like the All-American-Boy-Next-Door with his wet, ruffled blonde hair and big blue eyes. His smile made every girl blush with thoughts of all kinds of different possibilities. He was mine, though. His red swim trunks hung low on his hips as he approached me from the water. It was like something straight out of a movie! The setting sun to his back, the blue, rolling waves creating a calm sound, droplets from his hair falling onto his flat stomach. God, he was hot!

"Well, you're my baby," he said, coming close to me. He was still wet from his dive earlier and I was dry on the sand. "Come here." He reached for me and I sped away with him hot on my heels. I shrieked and dove through the open passenger side window of his car, hitting my head on the opposite one. Ben grabs at my flip flops and succeeds in pulling my left one off before I'm safe within the interior. "Very funny, Winter, but I have the keys." My eyes widened. I had completely forgot about those!

He reached down into the sand and pulled out my demise, clicking the 'unlock' button. I immediately lock it back from the inside before he can grab the handle. This goes on for a bit until he out-paces me and gets the door open. He nudges me under him, and before I know it, we're making out furiously. His hands are on my hips, my center right above his (that's still soaked). His tongue licks at my lips and I smile. "You're going to ruin the seats," I giggled.

"It is my car," he said, gripping the flesh of my sides, rubbing me against him.

"Not here. Not now," I gasp, pulling away.

Ben sighs. "It's been over four years, Winter, don't you trust me?"

"I-I do; I'm just not ready yet!" His jaw tightens and he nods, slipping out from under me. He opens the door and walks to his things in the sand. I can feel my chin start to tremble and I try my hardest not to cry. All the way home we never spoke a word...I suppose that's when I should've expected something.

I awoke in the middle of the night, my head already pounding. I suddenly heard shuffling coming from around my living room. I threw on my candy-cane striped robe and grabbed my metal bat (the one I was going to use to beat the shit out of Ben's car, but I got too scared) from the side of my nightstand and held it up, gripping the handle. Sweet Lord I was about to attack whoever was in my house and I was nervous as hell. I smoothed down my red, silk nightie under the fluffy barrier, and took a deep breath before opening my door silently.

My heart was thumping in my chest as I made my way to where the noise was located-the living room. I gulped and turned the corner, seeing a tall, slender figure standing in front of my sad, little Christmas tree that I had kicked over in rage over an hour ago. The lamp light illuminated him vaguely, accenting his fit body and dark hair. The figure, clearly male, sighed and picked up the sunken tree, setting it upright. I frowned and stood still, my knuckles white from gripping the bat so hard. The man ran his hand across the pines and the tree immediately raised taller. My mouth fell open and my eyes widened; how did he do that?!

He reached over to a bag and took out several things, placing them under the tree-Wait...were those presents? Could this be...

The figure turned and let out a frightened yelp, triggering my own. The man backed up and almost tripped over his bag as I also tried retreat, whipping my body around so fast I hit myself in the forehead with my own bat. I fell to the floor and groaned as I clutched the tender skin of my head, rolling to the side. I hadn't noticed the man making his way towards me cautiously.

"Um, Winter, are you alright?" He asked. "I'm Nick Claus."