We're Way Too Different

Episode 10

Damon walks into the house, slamming the front door shut behind him. I'm up in the bedroom, I flinch at his actions, as I already know that he's pissed. Maybe the deal at work didn't go so well. Not wanting to be in his sight, I quickly rush to the bed and fix myself under the covers as if I'm asleep. Seconds later, he walks into the room and I try to not make a sound under the covers. Even holding my breath.

I hear his footsteps around the room, the sound of his tie coming undone from his collar. He sighs loudly, and calls out my name. I don't answer. I feel the bed dip next to me, and soon enough, his hand is around me.

"Jiayang..." I can hear his breathing and he's really close to my face. "I know you're not asleep, and so help me God-"

"Yes..." I turn over and look at him.

"I had a bad day at work..." He starts, slowly taking the covers off of me. "I'm not in the mood right now." I decline and try to pull the covers back on top of me.

"You remember how this works right?" He asks looking at me. "You're in the mood when I'm in the mood or I say you're in the mood." He climbs on top of me. Leaning down, he grabs my face and forces me into a rough and sloppy kiss.

Resisting, I move my face away from him, turning my head to the side. He sits up slightly and looks down at me. A cold, harsh and dangerous look appears in his eyes. "Do you know how long, I've been working and I came home just to have your pathetic ass shun me?...) He asks. "Do you!" He shouts at me, and I flinch. I close my eyes shut, as I can feel the tears burning through.

"I'm just tired..." I whisper with a crack and hesitant voice.

A slap goes to my face and I gasp, as the sting lingers. "You are tired? What the hell has your bony ass been doing at home all fucking day that you're tired?!" I don't answer... I just keep my eyes shut and my head turned.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you!" Another slap. He gets off of me and sits on his knees. "You're a waste of my time and energy. I'll just go get what I want from someone else." He gets off the bed, grab a few things, get dressed and walks up to the bedroom door.

He pauses before he walks out. "I don't want to see you when I'm back." He walks out and slams the door harshly.

As soon as I hear the front door open and closes, I break down in tears. Don't ask me why I put myself through this abuse because even I don't know to be honest. I had so many chances to escape and leave but I don't.

To be honest, I love Damon. We met in high school, when he was the transfer student, from California USA to Seoul South Korea. We were best friends, he stood up for me, and I did the same. But after university, he fell in with the wrong crowd, got into the drug and trafficking business, worked his way up, became rich and changed.

He became ruthless, dangerous, harsh, and a killer. Soon after we started dating, we got married and for the first two years, he was the best husband a girl could ask for. But one day, he got mad and decided I no longer matter and hit me.

I was no longer precious, I was no longer his lover, his baby, his wife, his soulmate, his other half... No... I was now something he could have sex with when he "felt'' like it, something he could just beat on when he got angry, something he could spit insults to. I became something he just had laying around... No longer useful.

I get up from the bed, look at myself in the mirror, and decided that since he's done with me, I'll leave. I hope the other girl is better than me. I make my way out of the house, and head to the nearest hotel. 

''How long will you be staying?'' The guy at the front desk asks. ''I don't really know to be honest, the longest stay you have available.'' I tell him. 

Smiling shyly, he nods, type a few keys and soon enough, hands me my room number and card key. I grab my sole duffle bag and head to the elevator. I make it up to the room, and settle myself there. I reach for my phone, and call the only person I know I can talk to. Yung Ji Park. 

''Hello.'' He answers his phone, after a while. 

''Hello, it's Jiaying. I'm sorry if I woke you.'' I apologize in advance. 

''No not at all. What do you need?'' 

''Damon and I had a disagreement, and he left. He told me to not be in the house, when he came back, so I left.'' I explain as shortly as possible. 

''Aish! I'm sorry for Damon's behavior.''

''You don't have to apologize, it's not your fault.'' 

''I know. But, where are you now?'' 

''At a hotel near the house.'' 

''Send me the address, and I'll be there.'' I can already hear movement on his side of the phone. 

''No, no, I shouldn't have called. I'm sure your wife is home, I don't want you to leave her, just to cater to me.'' I decline. But being as stubborn as he is, he persists. 

''No, I am going to be there. My wife will understand your situation.'' 

Soon enough he hangs up, and makes it on his way to the hotel. I already took a shower, have on my bathrobe, and in the process to finish drying my hair. Right when I put the towel down, a knock is heard at the door. I open it and he's standing there waiting. 

''Hi.''  I smile, and open the door a little wider to let him in the low lighting room. 

''Hi.'' He smiles back. ''How are you holing up?'' He asks. 

''Well, I just left the only home I've ever known and probably won't be able to go back with the only husband I've ever known either...'' I trail on. ''So, I guess I'm fine. At the moment.'' 

Time passed, and soon enough it was 2:00 am. We sat on the two chairs in the corner, had some tea, and just laughed and reminisced about my time with Damon and his friendship with him, and how he was a way better guy before he got into the career that he's into. 

''Let me get some more tea.'' I stand up and walk over to the kitchen. Not seeing that he too had stand up, as soon as I turn around, we collide with each other, and the ceramic tea cup goes to the ground. 

''Shit.'' He cusses under his breath. We both bend down to pick up the mess, and our hands head for the same piece of broken ceramic. Our hands touch, and we both slowly stand up. He place the broken piece on the table, and next thing I knew, his lips were again't mine, and I was kissing my husband's best friend. Worse yet, he's a married man.