Hypnotised by drums (TW fanfic - Book 2/4)

Part Eight

Siva’s POV

I hang the phone up, before wiping my eyes and walking out of the bathroom. I walk into the bedroom, where I know Claire was supposed to be getting dressed. “You alright, babe?” she asks, whilst sitting in front of the mirror and doing her hair.

“Yeah” I lie.

“Oh, your eyes just look a bit puffy. Maybe you’re coming down with something” she says, as she finishes her hair and then walks over to me. For a minute I think she’s going to hug me, but she just walks straight past me. I stand motionless as I remember the phone call. I can’t believe she would do this to me. She’s supposed to be my wife. Didn’t those vows mean anything to her?

“Where are you going?” I ask her, standing in the same place. It’s like someone’s poured cement on me and now I can’t move.

“I was just going to go round and see Renee” she says from behind me. I turn round to look at her.

“But I thought you saw her last night” I say.

“Yeah, but you know how things are with her and Nathan. She needs me around to help her out every now and again” she says, with a fake smile.

“Oh well, I better call Nathan and see how he is then” I say, trying to catch her red handed.

“There’s no need. He’s probably busy” she says, trying her hardest to look convincing. “Bye sweetie” she says, before giving me a kiss on the cheek and then running off out of the room and down the stairs.

“I love you” I sigh, as she disappears to god knows where. I thought I meant something to her, but I was obviously wrong. What sort of a wife doesn’t notice that her husband’s been crying? I know it’s not very manly, but still. She couldn’t even kiss me on the lips. She supposed to love, but she doesn’t even show me that. It’s like she’s not even trying to hide the fact that she’s been playing away. I sit down on the bed as I start to remember the times we had together.

Our wedding day was the best day of my life, but now it just symbolises the lies that have been told and the broken vows. I don’t even want to live in this house anymore. What if they’ve done it here? What if they’ve done it whilst I’ve been here? I hate him so much for this. He’s stolen the one thing I had and the one thing I love. He has everything, the money, the looks, and the job and now he has the love of my life. Well I hope he loves her because she must love him to do this to me. I can’t believe she can stay in this house with me, telling me lies every single day. I hate her so much for this. You don’t know how much I want to stand up and shout about this, shout that my wife is a cheating whore, but I can’t. I have to pretend that I don’t even know.

Max’s POV

That night, I lay in bed trying to go to sleep. I wonder what it would be like to have someone next to me right now, someone to kiss, someone to hug and most of all someone to love. The last person I was with was Rach and that didn’t exactly go to plan.

*Flash back*

“Rach, have you seen my red belt?” I yelled down the stairs, as I rummaged through my draws.

“No, why? Just wear another one” she shouted back. There was no way I was going to wear another one though, that one was my favourite. I decided that it might have been put in the wrong draw. So I pulled Rach’s underwear draw open and started to rummage around to see if I could feel the belt. I know I probably shouldn’t have looked in there, but she was my girl friend and we were living together, so why not? It was perfectly innocent. At that moment I felt a piece of paper. I pulled it out and it was an envelope. It had our address on it and Rach’s name. I didn’t recognise the hand writing so I was curious to know what it was. It wasn’t sealed, so I figured she wouldn’t mind if I took a look. Inside the envelope, I found a plane ticket and a note.

“Dear Rach,

I know it’s been a long time since I left and I’m sorry. I was going to call but I didn’t have your number. I managed to look you up though and I was surprised to see that you’ve settled down with another man. That hurt, I must admit. But I know you don’t love him. You can’t or you would have signed the divorce papers that I sent. We’ve both had a hard couple of years and I get that, but I was hoping that we could reunite and live out the life we planned together. You remember, the three kids, Georgia, Katie and Marvin. We can still have all that and this is my way of giving you that chance. I still remember the day I had to leave and I regret it every day. I just wish my job could have been closer to you, but it wasn’t and there’s nothing we can do about that now, but please. Please come and live with me in America. It’s really nice here and I know you’ll love it. I have enclosed a plane ticket. I hope to see you get off of that plane. I’ll be waiting.

Love always, Jamie x”

“What?” I muttered, as I sat down on the bed with letter still in hand. I couldn’t understand why she had never told me that she was married. How could she miss a vital bit of information out like that?

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it” Rach shouted as she ran up the stairs. I looked up and she stopped in the door way, with the belt in hand.

“Oh” she said, in shock.

“You’re married?” I asked her, hoping it was just an obsessive stalker or something like that.

“Erm, yeah” she said, as she walked over to me and put her arm around me. I pushed her away.

“Get off of me. I don’t even know who you are” I said, as I stood up and threw the envelope and letter at her.

“Max, please” she said, as I ran out of the house. I had to get out of there. She’d been lying to me for god knows how long and now this guy was asking her to go and live with him. She didn’t even sign the divorce papers, which showed that she was still in love with him and all this time she was just using me as a distraction. I couldn’t help but feel my heart snap in two.

Later that night, I arrived home from the pub. I went to drown my sorrow, but it didn’t really work out like that. It was more like me sitting at the bar, having a few pints and telling the bar man all about it. I’m pretty sure my tragic life kept him amused though.

“Rach?” I shouted up the stairs. I was ready talk seriously about this. I just wanted her to let me know the way she felt about me and then we could either sort through this, or I could let her go. I knew which one I wanted to do, but I had to let her decide. “Rach?” I called again, as she didn’t answer the first time. I checked the living room and kitchen and she wasn’t there, so I figured she must have been asleep. I went up to our room, expecting her to see her lying on the bed, but I didn’t. As I looked around the room, I realised that most of her stuff was gone and so was the letter. She must have gone to live with her ex boy friend and husband, Jamie.

*Present day*

I don’t think I will ever forgive Jamie for stealing Rach from me, but as for everything else, I’m not really bothered. I was in a bad place when that happened, but I found a way out of it and now here I am, just a single man, who’s ready to love again.