Garden Kisses

Chapter 5

My hands gripped the steering wheel as I rounded the corner going 75mph. Tears were streaming down my face and I could feel myself rapidly losing control. After Addonis was done with me he had loped off to the kitchen whistling. I had sat there and listened to him rummaging around in the fridge. The click and clatter of a bottle cap accompanied his whistling like a tiny back-up orchestra. There was a pause that signaled that he was taking a long swig. I could picture him standing at the kitchen counter, naked from the waist down, a satisfied grin on his stupid face.
I looked down and stared at the puddle of cum that I sat in. A pungent concoction of his and her juices that were steadily cooling beneath my ass. My breath caught as I choked on a sob. He had used me as a cum rag and then discarded me on the floor. It was my fault, losing control of the situation, of myself, like that. Was I so starved for Addonis’s attention that I melted at the merest glance he threw in my direction?
He had wronged me! He was the one who had left me at home broken and lonely while he was out fucking whores. I had done nothing but play the part of the dutiful wife. I had done nothing but love a stupid asshole who could not see past his ego to notice that I was slowly dying inside. I had caught him lying to my face and when confronted he had simply shut me up with dick. And I had allowed him to…
I shot up off the floor and began running up the long flight of stairs that led to the upstairs quarters. The beautiful ornate vases filled with flowers flew by in a blur. I tore at my clothes leaving them in discarded scraps behind me. I could smell him, his scent had been left on me, just like all the other women he marked and fucked. I gagged on the bile rising in my throat and barely made it the toilet before I threw up the burning fluid that had foamed up inside me.
I gave myself no time to think or feel as I threw myself into the shower and turned on the hot water. I wanted to get clean and leave. I needed space, a wide-open space so that I no longer felt like a prisoner. I was trapped by my own emotion s and love for a man and I needed fucking out.
I crawled out of the shower on rubbery legs and pulled a towel around me for warmth. Despite the hot water that I had made sure to scald myself with I continued to shiver. Within me brewed perpetual winter darkness. A cloying, sickly bitch of a cold that I no longer wished to fight. I pulled out a light blue sweatsuit (my comfort wear) and got dressed in the semi-darkness. I could not hear Addonis’s movements and could not guess where he was. As long as he did not come in here I didn’t give two flying fucks what he did.
I threw a few articles of clothing into my large Louis Vuitton handbag and headed out the door

Pulling myself out of a reverie I concentrated on the road. I had just swerved, barely missing one of the freeway barriers. I quickly pulled up at a rest-stop trying to get my shaky fingers to co-operate. I needed to get a grip or I was going to kill myself and maybe a few other motorists as well. I sure as hell did not want to end up some sad headline on the evening news. Addonis would probably love that, that prick.
He would be the grieving football widower. I could only imagine the amount of comfort cunt that would be shoved into his lying smug face. I shoved my car door open and stepped out. My sneakers made crunching noises on the gravel as I stood upright trying to catch my breath. I could honestly say that at that moment, I hated my husband. He had ignored me for about a year now and I had simply waited home like a dumbass hoping that he would give me a little attention. All that time he had been out fucking any woman he felt like. I should have known though. Did I think that all those nights spent out till the wee hours of the morning only entailed drinking?
I had lived in denial for so long, all because I did not want to face facts and confront my husband. I had preferred to turn a blind eye hoping that if I was a good wife that he would find his way back to me. What a crock of shit! And now I was stuck with nowhere to go. I was not going back to that house. I knew that if he gave me that smug smile one more time, I was going to lose it and stab him in the neck. The cold monotonous rooms of a hotel did not appeal to me either.
Then my hand came up to slap my forehead, I was not thinking straight tonight. Addonis’s cum seemed to have marched a path to my head and annihilated some of my brain cells. I needed to get to Gilly. If I could only sit on her couch with some elder-berry tea everything in the world would make sense again. I threw myself back into the driver’s seat with newfound purpose and carefully made my way back on to the freeway. Gilly would know what to do, she fixes everything. In my opinion, everybody needs a Gilly.