For You
When Deuce came back downstairs, I was nearly going crazy with the anticipation. He was fully-dressed, and I asked him why, "Why're you dressed?" I muttered, my voice monotone. He shrugged, "I think you might be leaving me, and I don't want to be in my pajamas's for it."
Did I mention I was guilty? 'Cause I was.
I nodded, then patted the seat next to me for him to sit down. "Deuce..." I began, searching for the words to use. There was no way to phrase, 'even though I'm a twenty-two year old married woman, I'm in love with Gunther, who is your best friend, and who you think I hate.'
When did my life get so fucked up?
When I fell in love with Gunther, I guess.
"Please don't leave me," He begged, "CeCe, please. I love you. That girl meant nothing to me. Please." I shook my head. "It's not you..."
"Don't you dare use that line. 'Its not you its me'. Of course its me! Its my fault you want to leave me!"
"It's not-"
"Then who's is it, CeCe, tell me?"
"Mine. Deuce, I cheated on you too," An array of emotions flickered across his face. Hurt, anger, betrayal, and still love. I was ashamed to say that I had felt none of these emotions when he told me about his cheating. None at all.
"Who?" He whispered. I braced myself. "Does it matter?"
"Yes! Yes, it fucking does matter! Who did you cheat on me with, CeCe?"
"Y-you don't know him..." I lied weakly.
"You've always been a shitty liar."
"I can't tell you,"
"WHO?" He bellowed, grabbing both my hands my the wrists and squeezing them. I didn't dare look at his face. "Gunther," I whispered.
"Gunther," He echoed, shaking his head. "Of course. All those times you told me you hated him... it was a lie so I wouldn't suspect anything, wasn't it?" Well, it wasn't. Not until the affair had begun, but I nodded anyway. "How long?" He whispered, and when I looked up, he looked so angry that I was a little scared. "I can't tell you," I whispered, really coming to terms with the consequences of my actions. "Tell. Me." He hissed through his teeth.
"Seven months," I whispered. He stood up suddenly. "For seven whole months... you were with Gunther? Every time we kissed... every time you touched me... every time you told me you loved me... was that a lie?"
The was no point in lying anymore. "Yes," I whispered. "How many times?" He asked. "How many times what?"
"How many times did you have sex?"
I scowled. That was a little too far. "I don'r see how it's any of your business," I got up and started up the stairs to pack my bags. It went without saying that I wasn't welcome here anymore. "Dammit, CeCe, tell me!" He roared, thumping a fist against the wall. I shook my head. By now, I was in my bedroom, stuffing random things into a bag underneath our bed. "I don't know," I whispered. "Oh, do you've fucked so many times, you've lost count?!"
Now he was being an asshole. "Yes," I replied. I knew I was being inconsiderate. Under the circumstances, her had every right to be as much of an asshole as he wanted. But it still pissed me off. "Did you ever do it in this house?" He asked. I was done filtering my answers - If he wanted the truth, he'd get the truth.
"Yes,"
"How many times?"
"More than I can count," He recoiled as if I'd hit him.
"Did you have sex today?"
"Yes,"
"How many times?"
"Once,"
"Did you come?"
"What is the point to these questions?" He glared at me. "I want to know every single dirty detail of this twisted affair you've been having," He spat, then repeated his question, "Did you come?"
"Yes,"
"How many times?"
"Twice,"
"What positions were you in?"
"The first time, he went down on me, and the second time, while we were having sex,"
I stalked off into the bathroom to collect my toiletries and makeup. "When did the affair start exactly?" He asked, following me. "After your reunion party a few months ago, when he brought me home,"
Deuce looked like he was in immense pain. "Deuce, I'm so sor-"
"Do you love him?" He asked, cutting me short.
"Well... yeah," I muttered, finishing up with the packing of my bag. "And is that where you're going now? To his house?" He asked, looking at my full suitcase.
"Yes,"
He sighed. "Did you ever love me?"
"I did..."
"But not anymore," He finished, still glaring. I nodded. I headed for the stairs, dragging my bag down, and then went for the door.
"When Gunther breaks your heart, like he does to every other girl he's ever been with, don't even bother coming back to me,"
"I won't. And he won't."
He scoffed. "Right. Now go die, you slutty bitch." He slammed the door in my face, and only when I was in the back of a taxi on the way to Gunther's house did I let the tears I'd hid in Deuce's presence fall.
There's only one more chapter to this - like I said, short story. Tell me what you guys thought, I love feedback.