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

Part Twelve

Tom’s POV

I look around to see Maria standing in shock. “Listen I can explain” I say, as I run over to her.

“No. Get away from me” she says, as she makes her way to her car.

“Please, Maria. You know I would never do that to you. I love you” I tell her, as I stand in front of the car door, stopping her from getting inside.

“Move” she says, as tears fill her eyes.

“Listen Maria, nothing was going on. You know me” I plead with her. I know if she gets in this car, she probably won’t come back and I don’t think I would be able to live without her.

“Yeah I do know you, and that’s exactly why I can’t trust you” she sighs, as she walks round to the other side of the car. She gets in the passenger seat and then climbs over to the driver’s side. Before long, I find myself watching her car as it disappears into the unknown.

“Now look what you’ve done” I yell at Jude. I can feel the anger boiling up inside of me.

“You’ve brought this on yourself, but at least we can be together now” she says as she walks towards me.

“No we can’t. Get it into your thick head! I don’t want to be with you and I never fucking will. You’re nothing. I would rather go out with a pig than you. Now piss off out of my life” I shout angrily.

“But you already did go out with a pig: Maria” she smirks, as she tries to put her arms around my neck.

“She is not a pig!” I shout, as I push her away. It seems I pushed her a little harder than I meant to, as she falls straight to the floor. “Stay the hell away from me, ok?” I shout, before storming off into my house, not even bothering to look back at her.

Siva’s POV

I sit on the floor between my bed and the wall on my own, thinking about everything that happened between me and Claire; I can’t help but wonder why she would even consider cheating on me. Everything seemed perfect with us, but I guess I was wrong. I guess I was blind not to notice the signs; they all seem so obvious now. Her sneaking out all the time, avoiding contact with me and the most worrying thing, she never spoke about her feelings towards me. Sure she would throw I love you at me every once in a while, but it seems the definition of that has changed drastically over the years. Not for me though.

Looking back, she lied to me so much and I didn’t even notice. Does that make me a bad husband? I didn’t even notice that my wife was unhappy. This is my fault. I pushed her away, I was neglecting her. I work so much, it’s no surprise that she had to seek comfort in another man’s arms. I’ve let this happen!

I can’t help but wonder how long this has been going on. It could have been before we were married, or before we even got engaged. She’s been laughing at me all this time and now what am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to sit here and act like nothing’s wrong. Am I supposed to wait for her to get home from “Renee’s house” when we both know that’s not where she is.

“Siva?” I hear Claire yell from down stairs. Well it looks like she’s back. She’s been making a fool out of me and it wouldn’t surprise me if her and her little lover have been laughing at me the whole time she’s been gone.

I stand up, wiping my eyes on the way. I’m a man. I shouldn’t be crying, but I suppose that’s what Claire’s done to me, she’s made me weak.

“Yeah” I shout back, trying to hide the shakiness in my voice.

“I’m home” she shouts again and with that I can hear her coming up the stairs. I sit down on the bed, in an attempt to look natural.

“Oh” she says, as she walks into the bed room. It’s like she wasn’t expecting me to be in here. Has she forgotten that this is my house?

“How was Renee?” I ask her, knowing that whatever comes out of her mouth next will be a lie.

“Oh, I didn’t go there in the end. She was busy. I went out for a walk instead” she lies.

“Oh right. How was it?” I ask her.

“Yeah it was good” she says.

“You should have told me, I would have come too. We haven’t really been spending that much time together lately, have we?” I ask her and at that moment I see something flicker in her eyes, just for a second. I’ve seen it many times before, but I’ve only just realised what it was. Guilt.