This Wrecked Rainbow

Chapter 12

I flinch at the bright sunlight as I take out the garbage.

It's Tuesday, the day the garbage is picked up. I ease the bin down the green front porch steps. It shakes as it drags along the rocky front walk way. I set it on the curb and hobble back the house.

I have to look sick to the neighbors so they don't think I'm ditching. There's not much to hide...I am in pain...mentally.

I shut the front door behind me. I slip of my clogs and put on my soft, brown moccasins.

I run to the living room and plop down on the plush sofa. I grab my Ben and Jerry's: Cookie Dough Delight ice cream and start munching.

Some time passed, I don't know, maybe an hour, the ice cream container lays on the table untouched. Emily's note in hand.

I read it over and over again...a single tear drop stains the paper. I crinkle it up and throw it to the ground. Why would she say that?! How?!

I need a stress reliever....Tyler.

*****

My breath fogs in my face. I shiver. Its the middle of Winter and I'm standing out in the cold. Smart.

I shove my hand into my pants front pocket, taking out my iPhone 4. I text him,

Where are you?

He doesn't reply. Five minutes later I send another,

Tyler Davis!

I shove the phone back into my pocket vigorously. I cross the street and approach the big blue house. I climb the three front steps. I knock on the door, not once...but three different times. I finally open the mail box and get out the spare key. I jiggle in the lock. Turn it to the left and open the door.

I shut it quietly behind me. His car is here...I know he's here.

I walk up the steep staircase. I approach a hall way. I began to take careful steps down it. When I come to Tyler's bedroom.

I look at the blue beaten down door. I take a deep breath, then swing it open!

I can not believe my eyes....

Tyler's P.O.V-

It's a crisp February morning. About 30 degrees outside. I look over at the clock. It reads, 6:32am time to get up. Today's the day.

I stand up. I get dressed into dark blue jeans, a red and blue flannel, and brand new black loafers. I spike my hair and brush my teeth. Then I'm out the door.

I hope school ends faster.

****

I step inside, "Mom! Dad!"

Silence.

"It's good. Come on in." I whisper. She makes small steps inside.

"I love this house!" She smiles bright. Damn it's sexy.

"Thanks. So...let's get to it?..."

She bites her lip, "Okay"

I grab her hand and lead her upstairs to my room and shut the door. I go and shut the blinds, I turn back around and she's already know her bra and underwear. Holy. Shit.

"You want some of this?" She smacks her own ass.

I bite my lip, "get over here." I go and greet her. She shoves me on the bed and starts unbuttoned my jeans and pull off my jeans and boxers. Leaving my bottom half nude. I rip my shirt off over my head.

She strokes and strokes as I undo her bra and rip off her under wear. I pick her up and throw her on the bed and get to it...you know....

The pleasure is so overwhelming, she moans and groans.

"Oh my gosh, this is great" I laugh.

Suddenly I hear a door open...shit.

I whip around to see Amber, standing motionless in the door way. An unreadable expression on her face. Pain, shock, sadness, maybe all of the above. "Amber...I...I..."

"What. The FUCK?!" Amber shouts.

"Amber..." she began, "we.."

"SAVE it Emily!" Amber yells, "you fucking save it bitch!"

"Amber!" I pull my boxers on and walk over.

"Don't touch me!" She slaps me. I rub my cheek. Ouch.

Next, Emily stands up, bra and underwear on, she heads over to Amber, "Am's..."

"Shut up whore!" She looks back at me, "how long has this been going on?"

I hesitate, but began, "....3 months..."

Tears streaming out of her eyes, "I hate you both! We are done Tyler! Fuck you! As for Emily, you can fuck off! I'm glad you wrote that note! I trusted you! Fucking whore!"

Amber storms out, I hear the front door slam. Emily gets dressed and leave.

I sit on my bed. Tears raining onto my bare chest.

I just lost the love of my life...it's all my fault.