ROUGE

I stare at the spot his body use to lay upon. It still has the dents and grooves of his body. I never touched that part of the bed, ever. I drew my knees in close, in a big hug. I take deep breaths, promising myself I wouldn't go into tears at this moment, matter of fact no moment. I wasn't going to cry over him. I had no reason too. He's just like the rest of those no-good, sex-hungry bastards out there.

I close my eyes, trying the stop the tears from streaming out. When I open them, I see him there. His silent, peaceful figure laying in a deep slumber. His chest slowly rising and falling. I blinked and he vanished, in mid-air. I huffed and slowly and gracefully got up.

I stare at myself in the mirror. I had huge bags under my eyes, my hair was everywhere and I just looked, like I was having a hangover. I sniffed and grabbed a random tissue sitting on my dresser. I blew my nose and shot it in the garbage can.

Ever since the break-up I had looked like shit every morning:

I pulled back the dirty sheets ready to clean them. Tucked behind the mattress were panties. Not my panties by the way. They were thin with lace and cheetah print with a tiny black bow. I set it on the bed neatly so when Knuckles walked in, he saw them.

~Hours Later~

I heard his solid feet hitting the hard-wooded floor. I heard him sit the keys on the kitchen counter. His steps getting closer and closer to the bedroom. My ears became hot with nervousness. i kept questioning.

Maybe, I'm making a mistake? Maybe, they are mine. Are they? I can't remember. I don't remember anything right now.

He steps in and I lay across the bed on my stomach, kicking my feet. I looked over at him, tears in my eyes.

"Rouge? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" He rushes over to my side, leaving his jacket at the bedroom entrance. He rubbed my arm I jerked back from the touch like it stung.

I lifted the evidence. "Care to explain, honey bunch?" I look over at it in disgust.

"Shit..."he mumbled and started running his hands through his dreads. He started pacing from the end of the bed to the door. "dammit, Rouge let me explain-"

"No! There's nothing to explain! You had the nerve to have another woman in our house wearing these," I throw the panties at him and they smack his chest and fall to the ground softly, "then, the funny part is that you tried to hide it."

I get up and start to laugh with tears pouring out of my eyes. "No, babe," he holds his hands out, walking over to me trying to cradle me like he usually does when things go wrong.

I go limp. I want him to cradle me, so I can fall in love again. I want that, but not today. I couldn't possibly forgive him today. I turn away from his touch. "Don't fucking touch me Knuckles." I clench my teeth and pull out my suitcase from under the bed.

"Wait, what the-"

I hold my hand up to silence him. "Look, okay. I know you wouldn't want to leave the house si I decided I was going to." I wipe the tear running down my cheek.

"Rouge! Just listen." He follows me out the room as I walk to the front door.

I pause. "Answer me this. Why'd you try to hide it?"

"So., you didn't find them." I wince and open the door, slamming in hard behind me.

Knuckles

I smacked the top of the alarm clock. and turned over, expecting to see Rouge's huge beautiful smile, staring me in the face. Instead, I find some chick laying there naked.

I groan and sit up wiping my face. I had no shirt and sweatpants on. I looked over at the girl laying next to me. She was sleeping on her stomach, no shirt. I didn't even want to check if she had on any bottoms. I slowly get up and drag my feet to the kitchen. My eyes squinting the entire way. I wanted to vomit.

By now, Rouge would have been sitting on the counter-top stirring pancake mix while making me test-taste it. Then we'd just make out. I loved those mornings. I especially loved it when we made out and her stirring slowed until it came to a complete stop. That generally means, I

m doing a great job and she's putting in effort to return the favor. I look over at the counter and see Rouge stirring the mix fast, flinging it all on herself then cracking up laughing. Her voice was an echo saying "Knuckles, you got to try this."

I squeezed my eyes, trying to push the image away. We were done, she was gone. That's it for you Knuckles.

"Hey." a voice says from behind. I turn and frown, wishing it was Rouge.

"Hey, Veronica."

The girl paused in her tracks. "Veronica! My name is Julie-Su you ass." She stomps off into the bathroom. I turn back around and shrug. She looked like a Veronica.

That reminds me of the night I made a mistake:

I laid back on the bed while the girl stripped off her clothes. This was getting back at Rouge for the little fight we had earlier. The girl had a cheetah bra on with matching lacey panties. I frowned. She crawled over to where I was laying. I didn't even get excited. Not nearly when I see Rouge. This girl strip teased for me and I didn't feel a spark. If Rouge just walked into the room, I'd blow up into flames wanting to just fuck her there and then.

This girl rubbed my chest and kissed my neck. I pulled her underwear off and she crawled on top of me. I slowly jerked away from her and pushed her off.

"I can't." I mumble looking away from her.

"Huh? Why not? Just a minute ago, you were all up on me at the club." She laid across the bed looking over at me concerned.

"There's someone else." I sit up and rub my face in my hands. Dammit, Rouge I messed up. She can't know.

"Oh, really!" the girl got up and ended u[ putting on my boxers instead of her underwear, She stormed out of the place not noticing. I hadn't noticed either. I had noticed though and stuffed it under the mattress, knowing Rouge wouldn't look there.

I wish I'd just burnt them, but I didn't and she found them. That's that. You can't go back in time, but when that happens God should really think about giving certain people another chance because I'd take that whole night back if I could.