Broken

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I drove at down the road where I lived on, staring at the road. I felt disgusted, full of guilt.

Dang it, Toosk, dang it. You got nothing but memeories you can live without. What are you going to say to Bebe, huh? What would you say to Bebe when she asks where you were at? Will you lie? Ohhh...that would just be plain mean and make things worse if you do that. Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when she asks you?

I know, I'll just tell her the truth. It'll make life easier, I answer my own thoughts mentally.

Oh really? I doubt it.

I will. I wait for her question.

Okay then, let's see how that goes! Hehe... Good luck!

I finally arrived at my hosue as the sung was going down and parked on my driveway. Once I gathered up all my confidence, I got off the car and cautiously went over to the front door. I opened it with sweaty hands, slipped inside, and tried to sidle to my office from Bebe, who was watching TV.

"Hey, there, Toosk the Ninja." Bebe retorted flatly, her eyes still on the screen.

I froze in my tracks, standing behind the sofa. "Hi," I squeaked.

"How are you?" Bebe looked at me from behind her shoulder.

I pushed my growing anxiety aside and brought a fake smile to my face. "Ummm...good?" I continue saying tautly.

She made a skeptical look. "You don't sound good."

I dropped my smile. "I don't feel good."

Bebe shifted herself and faced me fully. "Why did you leave?"

"Because...I um..." I sighed and said in my normal voice, "I thought that I found where Lance was. But I didn't find him."

"You should stop looking for him. I know that he's your friend and everything, but it shouldn't keep you from having a good night sleep and spending time with me." She now had a gentle, yet hard look.

Yeah...I should stop looking for him. "I'm gonna be at my office, okay?" I fast-walked, hoping that Bebe wouldn't ask me to stay.

And she didn't.

About thirty minutes later, Bebe walked into my office.

"Yes?" I asked her, continuing staring at my computer.

"Tell me, where did you go?" I heard her ask with sternness.

"Go today?" I spun around in my swivel chair to face her.

"No, one minute ago-- No of course today!!!" Bebe waved her hands in the air.

"I went to an island." I turned back to the computer.

"Without me?" She sounded surprised.

"It's not a vacation island, I can tell you that," I remarked flatly.

"And what were you doing there?"

"Looking for Lance. That's all." I lied. Well, I half-lied. No, no I lied all the way. I didn't even look for Lance!

"So it took you five hours to look around an island for a person?"

"Yes..." I nodded my head slowly.

"I don't think so--"

"Bebe, why don't you believe me?" I sharply spun around again to look at her.

"Because it sounds impossible." She threw her hands in the air. "You can't look for a person five hours straight without taking any breaks."

"I didn't say that I didn't take any breaks." I shrugged.

"You said that you were looking for Lance. That's all."

"What am I suppose to do--tell you every single little that I did?"

She gave me a flat look with her hands on her hips. "Yes."

I gave Bebe an are-you-serious-? look

"Don't give me that look, Toosk." Bebe crossed her arms. "So you just looked for Lance, right?"

"Yes. And...took breaks..."

"And that's it?"

I nodded my head tentatively, having my eyes casted to the right. "Yes..."

"Really?"

I felt the truth trying to escape from me, but I tried to shove it back down my throat; I forced myself to look at my wife. "Y-yes..."

Bebe gave me an are-you-sure-? look.

I felt myself sweating, trying to keep myself look innocent.

She shot me an odd look. "Why are you sweating? The air conditioner's on."

I adjusted my collar. "It's nothing..."

"Toosk--"

I threw my hands into the air. "It's nothing, I'm fine--"

"Toosk, what did you do?"

I stood there feeling my bones turn into gelatine. "I hung out with a lady!" I blurted out. Oh, well stated there.

"You...hung out...with a...lady..?"

"Yes!" My hands turned into fists. "That's what happened. I-I didn't even looked for Lance! I got sidetracked by her!"

"And what did you two do?"

"Well, we..." I immediately got quite.

I sensed that Bebe was getting the message of what we did. "Oh no...you better not--"

"Yes!" I shouted, beginning to stand up. "I-I-I'm sorry!"

"How could you?!" Bebe's face immediately turned angry. "Here you are not spending anytime with me, your wife, and you just go out with another lady giving all your love to her?! Toosk, don't you have a mind?!"

I was now fully standing up. "Look, Bebe, I don't want to fight, I'm sorry, can we please--"

Bebe stormed up to me and slapped me across the face. "That's what you get!" She sharply turned around to begin exiting the room.

That brought out my inner fury. "HEY!!!" I yelled at her. "You don't ever slap me like that!!!"

Bebe turned back to around to face me with ire. "You desereved it!" she shouted at me. "What you did was not right!"

"I know! But that doesn't mean that I should get slapped!" I snapped back at her, balling my hands into fists.

"Oh yes! You needed that slap so that you can get into your right mind!" She pointed an angry finger at me.

"I know if I'm okay or not--don't tell me what is wrong with me!!!" And like that, I blind-fully slapped Bebe hard across her face.

Bebe slumped onto the floor and began to sob.

I immediately felt my anger melt off, sorriness taking over. "Bebe..." I covered my mouth and knelt next to her. "Bebe, I'm so--"

"No." Bebe pushed me away. "Go, leave. Do whatever you want to do. Who am I to tell you what to do?"

"Bebe, look, I'm sorry--"

"No! Just go! I'm sick of this! Go away!" Bebe turned away from me.

"Fine." With a sigh, got up and exited my office.

But then I walked backwards, taking a look at Bebe, who now has her back facing me. I bit my lip. "Bebe, are you sure--"

"Take your stuff and leave," she told me softly, not even look at me.

I walked away and did what she told me to do.

I desereved it.

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