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Unfaithful by
Rihanna
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How do you handle this situation?
In a well to do apartment with dim lights and scattered pieces of glass shards a squealing voice could be heard in the overly silent atmosphere. It was no joyful squeal rather it would stumble in between with continued sniffles. Who ever was behind those doors, knocks. Her knocking soft and strength lacked. The knocks seemed to fade in the gloomy silence that loomed over the suit.
On the ground in the midst of the scattered glass and ceramics was a broken man. Yes broken. Bleeding palms that grabbed onto upright lush hair hell bent on pulling some off. On his exposed arm were ugly cuts with blood trails, soaking the once nicely ironed white shirt. He looked disheveled. And his eyes, those pitifully dangerous eyes told the story of a broken -hearted man. At the back of his mind the faint knocks seemed to register their presence whoever was in there was begging to be let out and yet on his mind, was the wondering thoughts on scenarios and screen depictions from which he could choose one to act on.
How was he to react to walking into what he ones called home only to find it shattered by an unfaithful wife. Their kids were going to return very soon. He was a mess. He locked her up in the bathroom for reasons he couldn't explain himself.
Varied, rushed and vivid thoughts played through his mind's eye and he felt the world spin.
Several unanswered questions whistling about in his head the dominant one being- "why? "
In the end he took a deep breath, took steps before the bathroom door, forced his fisted fingers open and with a click, opened the closed door.
Looking at his mess of a wife, his entire being shivered in pure ache and deep hurt surprisingly he still felt the strings of pity surrounding his heart. Hah... He still loved her, he still would, even if she didn't choose him. Even if she chose to return to that man, he still would choose her. This time, he couldn't hide them- his feelings appeared on his face unhidden, jealousy running rampage in his heart. Probably his expression made her remorseful, or she hadn't been brave enough to continue her stare, or probably out of fear, she lowers her head.
....."Clean up the kids are coming" .
Those were the words that tumbled out his mouth.
The only words from the many he could choose from.
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He would return home for lunch whenever he could. Guess his wife's cooking was way better than what the company's canteen served. Just like a few days ago. Infact who was he kidding it was just yesterday, his car had been parked right there, beneath the black themed sunshade. He had left his spare keys in the car knowing she would be at home. And yet he'd knocked several times with no response. He had returned to collect the key. He remembers that they had been sprawled on the copilot seat.
Surprising how, at that time, his heart had thumped with uncertainty. Yes he knew his Lois was what his colleagues referred to as the perfect wife. He smiled, then, the thought of his colleagues calling her Chris's wife instead of her name flashing through his mind. He had the all- in- one- package- wife, the luckiest man on earth, yes, that's how they thought him be. So yes that's how it is meant to be . Even if... If..
His heart still thumped with uncertainty and insecurities whenever he thought of his perfect wife. Who wouldn't?
He had entered and had been welcomed with the smell of what he recognized as his favourite dish. Yep home was definitely different. Seeing the pink inside slippers off the rack, his thoughts had returned to his wife. He had decided to call her then. The phone had rang, the sound came from their room. Only he knew what thoughts rushed into his head. Wondering why she had decided to lock the main doors and refused to answer her calls. He knew there could be several reasonable reasons yet he couldn't help but feel that tiny little kick in his spine and gut. This, his suspicions ,had been happening more often than not.Well ever since Harry had shown him that picture.
His suspicions had been wrong then. He had opened the door hoping not to confirm his jealous colleague's claims and the angels seemed to have reached out to him as it had not at all been what he'd expected rather what ensued after seeing his sleeping wife sprawled on the bed, barely covered, was an escaped hunger,, and in place of that was a different sort of hunger. He had had to cancel his afternoon shifts earning him a severe scolding from the manager.
Surprisingly it had just been yesterday. Their life was seemingly perfect. Some hours ago, back into yesterday, they had been so happy. The kids had giggled themselves to sleep as he watched her read them stories.
And yet today, ...Just a few hours ago, the peace had been thrown to space.
He wished he could lock in time as he'd done her. Maybe their joy wouldn't be so fleeting. Maybe then, she wouldn't want to go back to him.
He had done so much to keep her from him, to keep her for himself and yet it seems fate couldn't disagree more.