Impractical Jokers Requests Book Two

Faithful (Alternative Storyline) Sal x Brian - Part Two

Brian's POV

Foggy.

That's what my mind was the next morning.

The sun beat down through the open window; the complete opposite of the weather the night before, as my eyes slowly adjusted to the light and my surroundings. It wasn't until my tired mind focused on the attention to detail that I realised I was elsewhere. This wasn't my home, this wasn't mine and Sal's bedroom...this was a woman's room; I could tell by the flowered wallpaper and that natural scent filling the air.

Placing a hand to my head, I soon started to remember the events of the night prior; clothes thrown to the floor, the headboard banging against the wall, her moans, God her moans were like music to my ears. The way her skin felt against mine, with the taste of her flesh still on the tip of my tongue, as I turned to my right, finding her lying asleep under the covers.

I had cheated on the one person that I've ever loved, that I've ever given up everything for. All those years that Sal and I had spent working on what we were, who we wanted to become...wasted. Picturing his sweet face, I couldn't help but kick myself mentally for the mistake that I had made. Sal would be heartbroken. I had betrayed him, his trust, and his...love.

Feeling around under the covers, I knew that my clothes had been ripped from me in anticipation, but an ounce of my inner being hoped that it had all been a dream, but the evidence juxtaposed my hopes and prayers. Butt naked, if you hadn't already gathered.

Looking to my left, I took note of the time. 8:02am. The exact time that I had realised that my actions were going to have some severe consequences, and the worst part of that almighty truth is that it wasn't going to be just me going through that pain, but Sal too. I had promised him on our wedding day that I would love him, protect him, and here I am in another person's bed, hours after having sex with someone who wasn't mine, who I didn't even love.

Thinking back to it now, I know that sleeping with Karen was down to the stress, the distraught of hearing those four words escape passed Sal's lips. I want a divorce. Well, Sal, now you have a reason to...if that's what you really wanted, then your wish is my command.

I didn't want to think things over for too much longer, as I raced into the bathroom, collecting my clothes that I had hung up to dry from the rain water the night before. Throwing them on, I made my way back into the bedroom, tiptoeing as quickly and as quietly as humanly possible.

Karen began to stir on the bed, as I winced, reaching for a piece of scrap paper and pen laying out on her desk, not wanting to disturb her rest, and judging by last night, she definitely needed it.

Writing out a note to explain my early departure, and placing it next to her on the side of the bed that had been my resting place, and my...ahem, you know...place, I made my way out of the bedroom and downstairs, wanting out of that house. It's not that Karen was bad in bed, quite the opposite actually, but I had to fix things with Sal, before he heard it from elsewhere. If anyone was going to tell him, it has to come from me.

Shit.

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I walked my way home, taking it slow, just so that I had as much time as possible to run over what to say, how to fix this wall between us. I had to have Sal back, he was everything to me. What worried me was that he didn't, or wouldn't, want me back.

Raising my front door key to the lock, I heard the latch unclick from the other side of the door, as I froze in my place, watching the door slowly open. What lay ahead almost scared me, I had never seen my love look so dishevelled in all of the years that I've known him; his hair a mess, his eyes bloodshot and darkened underneath, with tear stains running down his cheeks.