The Cheater

"How dare you do this to me," she screamed throwing his shirt at him. Anger pulsing through her veins, coercing her every movement.

"Look I can explain," he pleaded, his emerald green eyes tearing up. He reached out to her as if to calm her. His finger brushed her shoulder.

"I don't want an explanation it's pretty obvious what you were up to! So get out!" She pulled herself away from him and turned so her back was toward him.

He stared at her for a moment, as if asking if she meant it, silently begging her to turn around. The sad thing is she did, she meant it and it made her feel bad, really bad. She didn't turn around, but she listened. She listened to him scuffling around and grabbing the rest of his belongings. She listened as he slammed the door behind him, as if he had something to be angry at her for. She continued to wait in silence, listening to the slow hum of the lights and the tick of her clock. She waited until she heard his truck pull off the street before collapsing onto the floor in tears. She cried for what seemed like decades. After a while she was finally able to dry her eyes long enough to pull out her phone and dial a number. The phone rang and rang.

"Hello?"

"Please, I need you," she cried, tears pouring off her face again.

" I'm on my way." He hung up the phone.