"Second Chance"
Prologue
(Bob's POV)
"This must be what it feels like to watch your world fall apart."
"Come on Ray, let's just go. You shouldn't be watching this anyway. It's only gonna hurt the more you stand here."
"I can't understand it Bob. I mean I really don't get it. What the hell happened? I never even saw this coming. We were supposed to be happy. Hell, we were happy. At least I thought we were. So what the fuck went wrong?"
Watching his friend fall completely apart was nearly killing Bob. He didn't have a damn clue what the hell happened. And, he sure as hell didn't know what to say. All he did know was that Christa was sitting at a table inside this cafe with a man that was not her husband. And, watching the two of them flirt and touch each other's hands every chance they got was ripping his friend's heart out. The cook might as well just come over to their table to cut it the rest of the way out & cook it. Then the waiter could hand deliver it to Christa at her table.
"Second Chance"
Chapter 1
(Ray's POV)
Two months later Ray is sitting on the edge of the bed he once shared with his wife. Five minutes earlier he'd thrown both the phone and their framed wedding photo across the fucking room. After over a month of no contact she suddenly called him up to say that she would come by later in the week to gather up the rest of her belongings and could he please not be there. Like he even wanted to be in the same room as her. That in it's self was a laugh. All Ray wanted now was the divorce to be done with so he'd never have to deal with Christa again. He couldn't believe that less than a year ago they'd stood up and promised to love each other forever. Well, he could believe he could since he knew that he'd actually meant every fucking vow. What he couldn't understand was how Christa could have promised to hold all of those vows when she had been with someone else the whole time. Learning of the affair the way he did had nearly destroyed him. What the hell was someone supposed to do when they came home to find their wife sucking another man's dick on the gdamned couch? Throwing a few fists had sure seemed warranted at the time. It was only after Christa had pulled him off the guy that Ray's fury turned to her. Sitting on the bed he still remembers grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her small body while demanding to know why. After hearing how she had turned to someone else while he was on tour and then continued the affair after they were married Ray broke down. The bastard had already picked up his bloody sorry ass and gotten dressed by the time Christa had finished her confession. It wasn't until she stared helping the guy towards the door that Ray realized that she was leaving too. After a few heated words, Christa told him she was sorry and out the door she went with the guy who's name was Steven.
Still picturing in his head the broken nose he'd given Steven that day, it took a minute or two for Ray to figure out that his cell was vibrating in his pants pocket.
"Hello?"
"Hey Ray, what's going on man? I been trying to call you but your home phone is out and it takes four tries before you pick up the cell! Man, are you trying to avoid me too?"
"No, besides like I could avoid you if I fucking tried.'
"True! So, what is one of my four best friends in the whole world up to tonight?"
"Forget it Frank."
"What? I didn't even tell you my plan yet. You have to at least let me tell you the plan before you shoot it down. That's the rules."
"Fine, what's the plan you guys have in mind?"
"Sorry, no guy's night out tonight. Gerard and Mikey are out with the girls doing some baby shopping while Bob is doing whatever Bob does on a Friday night alone. So, it's just gonna be you and me flying solo tonight."
"It's not solo if more than one person is going Frank. And, you still haven't told me this great plan of yours."
"Smartass know it all! Anyway I was thinking you and me could go check out that new club that's opening up down on main. It should be real fun."
"I don't think I'm in the clubbing mood tonight."
"You're never in a clubbing mood Ray. But, I wanna get out and you sure as hell need to get out. So, let's go out together. Plus you can carry my drunken ass home later."
Knowing Frank could continue on like this for at least a few more hours Ray decided to just go ahead and give in. Besides he did need to get out of this house. Every damn thing in it reminded him of his cheating wife. Of course that was probably because she'd decorated the place. Thinking that he'd sell the damn house once the divorce was final he gave Frank the answer he wanted.
"Sure let's go. How long before you get here?"
"I'm standing outside your front door now. And your neighbor sure seems to find me standing on your doorstep having a phone conversation for about ten minutes interesting. Does she always peek over here or am I just to cute for her to pass up looking at?"
"You've been standing outside this whole time?"
"Yep, now grab your jacket and let's go have a few drinks."
(so,let me know if anyone likes this please)