A/N
So sorry for the long delay. Things got busy here and on top of all the busyness, I had to get a new car because mine got flooded! booHoo!! But I am finding that a new car ain't so bad after all... :)
Hope everyone enjoys. And AJ Mackey, Is Evy forgiving? hum... I hope so for poor Rick's sake!
"Lips... tick?" Rick said groggily, his eyes still closed. "What lips... tick?" he said as laid his arm over her thighs and around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
As she wiped his face, Evelyn noticed the red imprint and frowned slightly. After rubbing the rag over the imprint, a smudge was left on the rag. What woman had been kissing him?
"This lipstick!" Evelyn said as she held the rag up as she frowned down at her drunken husband.
Rick slowly opened his eyes and tried to focus on Evelyn's face. She was a bit blurry and there was two of her. And both of them did not look too happy. In fact, the two faces of Evy looked quite ticked off. They were gorgeous though, when they were ticked off. At the moment, Evelyn was twice as beautiful and Rick could not help but grinned. In the next instance, the wet rag slapped him hard in his face.
"ouch!" Rick said as the cold rag stung his face.
"Let me go!!" Evelyn snapped as she slapped Rick in the face with the rag again.
She had tried to rise from the sofa but could not because he had her securely anchored in place.
"What's da matter Evy?" Rick whined. "Why'd ya hit me for?"
"Whose lipstick" she slapped his face. "Is" slap. "THIS!!" slap. "I don't wear" slap. "RED" slap, slap. "Lipstick!!" she held the rag directly in front of his face.
Red lipstick... Red...... ooooooh hell...
"h o n e y..." Rick said as he tried to come up with an explanation, or more accurately, a lie to tell her.
"Don't 'honey' me" she slapped him again. "YOU... YOU philanderer!"
"Evy... you hurt my feelin's when you call names" he said, trying to stall. "That's not very nice you know."
Evelyn got even more angry at him for trying to correct her when it was him who was drunk and him who had foreign lipstick smeared all over his face.
"OUCH!" Rick yelled.
Evelyn had slapped him yet again with the wet rag. Who was he to tell her she was not being nice when it was him who had obviously been running around with some hussy Jezebel? Had he really been with another, the way he had been with her? Had he touched, caressed, invaded the most intimate places of another woman as he had done to her. Evelyn's face began to heat up as she thought about their most intimate moments. Had he shared that with another?
"Have you been..." Evelyn wavered and her voice shook. "Have you been unfaithful to me?" she said as tears began to well up in her eyes at the thought that Rick had wandered from her.
"No!" he said immediately. "Hell NO! I swear Evy. I ain't TOUCHED another woman since I laid eyes you. I swear! I swear it" he said with such conviction that deep down inside, Evelyn believed him but...
"How do you explain that lipstick on you then!" Evelyn said, her voice steady this time.
Just because she was a woman. Just because she was naïve, did not mean she was not stupid.
"I..." Rick said but could not think of a plausible lie to tell her.
"I KNEW IT!" Evelyn cried, her belief in him wavering.
"evy..." Rick said as he reached up to touch her cheek and assure her that he had been faithful.
With a strength that surprised Rick, Evelyn slapped his arm down and pushed his other arm away from her.
"I NEVER should have married you!" she yelled as she stood up.
"Evy..." Rick reached for and grabbed her skirt as the wet rag was thrown in his face.
Evelyn had to yank twice before she was able to free her skirt from his grip. Then she turned quickly and walked out of the room. As she walked away from him, she heard Rick calling her name then she heard a thump.
"Evy..." he called as lunged forward to grab the back of her skirt.
He could not quite reach the skirt and only succeeded in rolling himself from the sofa to the floor.
"Evy I been fate... ful. I swear it" he bemoaned. "Come back Evy" he pleaded from his prostrate, face down position on the floor. "Let me splain."
Rick heard the angry clicks of her heels on the stairs and knew she was not coming back. Then he heard the bedroom door slam shut and wondered if it was still on its hinges. Rick rolled himself over onto his back and blew out a sigh. He was in big trouble. How in the hell could he explain having lipstick on him? Lipstick that was on hers...
'Evelyn'
'Yes'
'honey'
'Yes'
'I went looking for Jonathan'
'Jonathan was here'
'Yeah, but I didn't know that. I went looking for him in town'
'You took his car. How could he get to town?'
'I don't know but I went into the bar and this woman, TOTAL stranger mind you, came up to me and for no reason kissed me'
'Lair'
That one would not fly.
'Evelyn'
'Yes'
'sweetheart'
'Yes'
'You know I love you'
Silence.
'I ran into an old acquaintance tonight. We hadn't seen each other in years. I knew her WAY before you. Way before you. She kissed me 'hello'. I told her I was happily married to the most beautiful, the sexiest woman on earth. We said good bye. She went her way. I went mine'
'How were you 'acquainted with her?''
'oohhh. Just acquainted. It meant nothing really. I love you, you know. Only you. Since I met you, all other women pale in comparison'
"What's her name?'
'aahhh...'
'Liar'
That would not fly either.
'Evy, honey'
'Yes'
'You aren't gonna believe who I saw tonight'
'Who'
'Sister Abigail'
'Oh really'
'Yeah. I stopped by the convent to see if she was back from America. She was there. She can't wait to meet you. Before I left, she gave me a kiss...'
'And that's where the lipstick came from'
'Exactly'
'I didn't know nuns wore makeup'
'Yeah me either. I was surprised myself to see Sister Abigail wearing lipstick.'
'Red lipstick'
'Yeah... isn't that something. What's the world coming too? A nun wearing red lipstick'
'Liar'
Another lie that would not fly.
'Evelyn'
'Yes'
'You want to know the truth?'
'That would be nice'
'Truth is I love you. Truth is you're the only woman for me. Truth is you're the best thing to ever happen in my life'
'Where did the lipstick come from?'
'Um... I was... um... I was getting to that...'
'Well get to it'
What was he going to do? Tell her the whole truth and nothing but the truth? Hell no! How could he tell Evelyn he had been to a whorehouse looking for a whore? Evelyn may be prim and proper but he had a feeling that she would do what Jonathan failed to do - take his gun, aim and shoot him right in the...
Rick laughed out loud at that mental picture. Geez, he loved that woman. She was more feminine that any other woman he had ever known. But she had a courage that escaped even some men. And he had not doubt that he would lose his manhood if he told Evelyn the entire truth.
But then Rick sobered as much as he could because he knew he had to explain to Evelyn about the lipstick. He was not sure what he would say to her but he had to make her listen and make her understand.
Rick sat up slowly and the room started spinning. He moaned and held his head but he was determined to get up and go to Evelyn. It took him several moments before he got to his feet and when he did the room started spinning faster. Rick bent over and leaned on the arm of the sofa hoping his head would stop its orbiting. After another several moments, he took a deep breath and slowly lifted himself to an erect position. The room and his head were still spinning but it was tolerable. Rick looked down at his four feet and took tiny steps. After what seem to him to be an hour, he made it to the bottom of the stairs.
Rick slowly lifted his head and looked up to the top of the stairs. He groaned as the stairs stretched out a mile before him. Rick knew he would not be able to climb a mile up those stairs. But he had to because Evelyn was up there. Then suddenly the stairs started moving and his head started spinning again. Rick leaned on the banister and went down on one knee. His head settled down a bit and Rick looked up again at the stairs that stretched a mile long.
Maybe he could crawl up the stairs. He could keep is balance better on hands and knees. With his decision made, Rick began, on hands and knees, up the stairs. This journey seemed to take two hours but he did finally make it to the top. And now it was time to make it to their bedroom. Rick stayed on hands and knees and crawled to the bedroom door. He reached up and turned the knob only to find it locked.
"Evy?" he called out.
No answer.
"Evy, open da door" he pleaded as he stood up on his knees. "pleeze. I luv you."
Still no answer.
"evy..." he pleaded again as he leaned his forehead against the door. "Open da door" he said and waited for the door to open.
When it did not, he continued.
"The lips... tick didn't mean anything. Not one damn thing! I was stew... pid!" he declared. "And mad" he said in a softer voice. "I was mad Evy. And hurt" he said with deep feeling. "Hurt cause I thought you wanted to leave me. I didn't know what else to do so I went to get drunk. I know I promised I wouldn't drink anymore but I didn't know where else to go. You were gonna leave me Evy and it hurt bad, real bad. I wanted to hurt you for that" he said honestly. "I wanted to hurt you as bad as you hurt me."
After several moments, Rick continued.
"I called her over to my table" he paused again, finding confession more difficult as he continued. "I called her over" he said as his heart spoke of its own accord, not wanting to lie to the woman he loved. "And... and she sat down. I knew what she was offering... and I took her up on it" he said in a pained voice. "I followed her up to her room" he heard himself say and wondered if he had lost his mind.
"But all I could do..." he said with a heart full of love. "Was think about you. I wanted to hurt you Evy, hurt you bad cause I was hurtin'. You don't know how it felt to hear you say you wanted a divorce. It felt like my guts were being ripped out. I hurt so bad and I wanted you to hurt. But when I looked at her, all I could see was you. I didn't want her. I wanted you. I wanted to hurt you so bad Evy... but I couldn't cause I luv you so much. Nothing happened cause I walked out on her. I went and got some more Vodka and left. I went by the convent but I think everybody was sleep. After I left there I drove home, parked in back and finished gettin' drunk."
Rick paused, hoping Evelyn would say something, anything. When she did not, he spoke again.
"evy? Will you talk to me?" he begged. "pleeze. Talk to me. Say something. Anything. Yell at me if you want. Just talk to me."
Still Rick was met with absolute silence.
"I luv you Evy. More than anything. And I'm sorry " he said. "Pleeze say you forgive me."
Rick waited for minutes upon minutes for Evelyn to say something. But she never did. He eventually turned from the door and sat on the floor with his back leaning against the door. As he sat there, he wondered if he had lost Evelyn. Would she forgive him for what he did?
"I do luv you Evy" he said quietly. "I swear it."
Rick did not know how long it was before he slipped into a drunken sleep. He only hoped that tomorrow would be a better. That Evelyn would forgive him and tell him that she loved him.
Tomorrow had to be a better day.
So sorry for the long delay. Things got busy here and on top of all the busyness, I had to get a new car because mine got flooded! booHoo!! But I am finding that a new car ain't so bad after all... :)
Hope everyone enjoys. And AJ Mackey, Is Evy forgiving? hum... I hope so for poor Rick's sake!
"Lips... tick?" Rick said groggily, his eyes still closed. "What lips... tick?" he said as laid his arm over her thighs and around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
As she wiped his face, Evelyn noticed the red imprint and frowned slightly. After rubbing the rag over the imprint, a smudge was left on the rag. What woman had been kissing him?
"This lipstick!" Evelyn said as she held the rag up as she frowned down at her drunken husband.
Rick slowly opened his eyes and tried to focus on Evelyn's face. She was a bit blurry and there was two of her. And both of them did not look too happy. In fact, the two faces of Evy looked quite ticked off. They were gorgeous though, when they were ticked off. At the moment, Evelyn was twice as beautiful and Rick could not help but grinned. In the next instance, the wet rag slapped him hard in his face.
"ouch!" Rick said as the cold rag stung his face.
"Let me go!!" Evelyn snapped as she slapped Rick in the face with the rag again.
She had tried to rise from the sofa but could not because he had her securely anchored in place.
"What's da matter Evy?" Rick whined. "Why'd ya hit me for?"
"Whose lipstick" she slapped his face. "Is" slap. "THIS!!" slap. "I don't wear" slap. "RED" slap, slap. "Lipstick!!" she held the rag directly in front of his face.
Red lipstick... Red...... ooooooh hell...
"h o n e y..." Rick said as he tried to come up with an explanation, or more accurately, a lie to tell her.
"Don't 'honey' me" she slapped him again. "YOU... YOU philanderer!"
"Evy... you hurt my feelin's when you call names" he said, trying to stall. "That's not very nice you know."
Evelyn got even more angry at him for trying to correct her when it was him who was drunk and him who had foreign lipstick smeared all over his face.
"OUCH!" Rick yelled.
Evelyn had slapped him yet again with the wet rag. Who was he to tell her she was not being nice when it was him who had obviously been running around with some hussy Jezebel? Had he really been with another, the way he had been with her? Had he touched, caressed, invaded the most intimate places of another woman as he had done to her. Evelyn's face began to heat up as she thought about their most intimate moments. Had he shared that with another?
"Have you been..." Evelyn wavered and her voice shook. "Have you been unfaithful to me?" she said as tears began to well up in her eyes at the thought that Rick had wandered from her.
"No!" he said immediately. "Hell NO! I swear Evy. I ain't TOUCHED another woman since I laid eyes you. I swear! I swear it" he said with such conviction that deep down inside, Evelyn believed him but...
"How do you explain that lipstick on you then!" Evelyn said, her voice steady this time.
Just because she was a woman. Just because she was naïve, did not mean she was not stupid.
"I..." Rick said but could not think of a plausible lie to tell her.
"I KNEW IT!" Evelyn cried, her belief in him wavering.
"evy..." Rick said as he reached up to touch her cheek and assure her that he had been faithful.
With a strength that surprised Rick, Evelyn slapped his arm down and pushed his other arm away from her.
"I NEVER should have married you!" she yelled as she stood up.
"Evy..." Rick reached for and grabbed her skirt as the wet rag was thrown in his face.
Evelyn had to yank twice before she was able to free her skirt from his grip. Then she turned quickly and walked out of the room. As she walked away from him, she heard Rick calling her name then she heard a thump.
"Evy..." he called as lunged forward to grab the back of her skirt.
He could not quite reach the skirt and only succeeded in rolling himself from the sofa to the floor.
"Evy I been fate... ful. I swear it" he bemoaned. "Come back Evy" he pleaded from his prostrate, face down position on the floor. "Let me splain."
Rick heard the angry clicks of her heels on the stairs and knew she was not coming back. Then he heard the bedroom door slam shut and wondered if it was still on its hinges. Rick rolled himself over onto his back and blew out a sigh. He was in big trouble. How in the hell could he explain having lipstick on him? Lipstick that was on hers...
'Evelyn'
'Yes'
'honey'
'Yes'
'I went looking for Jonathan'
'Jonathan was here'
'Yeah, but I didn't know that. I went looking for him in town'
'You took his car. How could he get to town?'
'I don't know but I went into the bar and this woman, TOTAL stranger mind you, came up to me and for no reason kissed me'
'Lair'
That one would not fly.
'Evelyn'
'Yes'
'sweetheart'
'Yes'
'You know I love you'
Silence.
'I ran into an old acquaintance tonight. We hadn't seen each other in years. I knew her WAY before you. Way before you. She kissed me 'hello'. I told her I was happily married to the most beautiful, the sexiest woman on earth. We said good bye. She went her way. I went mine'
'How were you 'acquainted with her?''
'oohhh. Just acquainted. It meant nothing really. I love you, you know. Only you. Since I met you, all other women pale in comparison'
"What's her name?'
'aahhh...'
'Liar'
That would not fly either.
'Evy, honey'
'Yes'
'You aren't gonna believe who I saw tonight'
'Who'
'Sister Abigail'
'Oh really'
'Yeah. I stopped by the convent to see if she was back from America. She was there. She can't wait to meet you. Before I left, she gave me a kiss...'
'And that's where the lipstick came from'
'Exactly'
'I didn't know nuns wore makeup'
'Yeah me either. I was surprised myself to see Sister Abigail wearing lipstick.'
'Red lipstick'
'Yeah... isn't that something. What's the world coming too? A nun wearing red lipstick'
'Liar'
Another lie that would not fly.
'Evelyn'
'Yes'
'You want to know the truth?'
'That would be nice'
'Truth is I love you. Truth is you're the only woman for me. Truth is you're the best thing to ever happen in my life'
'Where did the lipstick come from?'
'Um... I was... um... I was getting to that...'
'Well get to it'
What was he going to do? Tell her the whole truth and nothing but the truth? Hell no! How could he tell Evelyn he had been to a whorehouse looking for a whore? Evelyn may be prim and proper but he had a feeling that she would do what Jonathan failed to do - take his gun, aim and shoot him right in the...
Rick laughed out loud at that mental picture. Geez, he loved that woman. She was more feminine that any other woman he had ever known. But she had a courage that escaped even some men. And he had not doubt that he would lose his manhood if he told Evelyn the entire truth.
But then Rick sobered as much as he could because he knew he had to explain to Evelyn about the lipstick. He was not sure what he would say to her but he had to make her listen and make her understand.
Rick sat up slowly and the room started spinning. He moaned and held his head but he was determined to get up and go to Evelyn. It took him several moments before he got to his feet and when he did the room started spinning faster. Rick bent over and leaned on the arm of the sofa hoping his head would stop its orbiting. After another several moments, he took a deep breath and slowly lifted himself to an erect position. The room and his head were still spinning but it was tolerable. Rick looked down at his four feet and took tiny steps. After what seem to him to be an hour, he made it to the bottom of the stairs.
Rick slowly lifted his head and looked up to the top of the stairs. He groaned as the stairs stretched out a mile before him. Rick knew he would not be able to climb a mile up those stairs. But he had to because Evelyn was up there. Then suddenly the stairs started moving and his head started spinning again. Rick leaned on the banister and went down on one knee. His head settled down a bit and Rick looked up again at the stairs that stretched a mile long.
Maybe he could crawl up the stairs. He could keep is balance better on hands and knees. With his decision made, Rick began, on hands and knees, up the stairs. This journey seemed to take two hours but he did finally make it to the top. And now it was time to make it to their bedroom. Rick stayed on hands and knees and crawled to the bedroom door. He reached up and turned the knob only to find it locked.
"Evy?" he called out.
No answer.
"Evy, open da door" he pleaded as he stood up on his knees. "pleeze. I luv you."
Still no answer.
"evy..." he pleaded again as he leaned his forehead against the door. "Open da door" he said and waited for the door to open.
When it did not, he continued.
"The lips... tick didn't mean anything. Not one damn thing! I was stew... pid!" he declared. "And mad" he said in a softer voice. "I was mad Evy. And hurt" he said with deep feeling. "Hurt cause I thought you wanted to leave me. I didn't know what else to do so I went to get drunk. I know I promised I wouldn't drink anymore but I didn't know where else to go. You were gonna leave me Evy and it hurt bad, real bad. I wanted to hurt you for that" he said honestly. "I wanted to hurt you as bad as you hurt me."
After several moments, Rick continued.
"I called her over to my table" he paused again, finding confession more difficult as he continued. "I called her over" he said as his heart spoke of its own accord, not wanting to lie to the woman he loved. "And... and she sat down. I knew what she was offering... and I took her up on it" he said in a pained voice. "I followed her up to her room" he heard himself say and wondered if he had lost his mind.
"But all I could do..." he said with a heart full of love. "Was think about you. I wanted to hurt you Evy, hurt you bad cause I was hurtin'. You don't know how it felt to hear you say you wanted a divorce. It felt like my guts were being ripped out. I hurt so bad and I wanted you to hurt. But when I looked at her, all I could see was you. I didn't want her. I wanted you. I wanted to hurt you so bad Evy... but I couldn't cause I luv you so much. Nothing happened cause I walked out on her. I went and got some more Vodka and left. I went by the convent but I think everybody was sleep. After I left there I drove home, parked in back and finished gettin' drunk."
Rick paused, hoping Evelyn would say something, anything. When she did not, he spoke again.
"evy? Will you talk to me?" he begged. "pleeze. Talk to me. Say something. Anything. Yell at me if you want. Just talk to me."
Still Rick was met with absolute silence.
"I luv you Evy. More than anything. And I'm sorry " he said. "Pleeze say you forgive me."
Rick waited for minutes upon minutes for Evelyn to say something. But she never did. He eventually turned from the door and sat on the floor with his back leaning against the door. As he sat there, he wondered if he had lost Evelyn. Would she forgive him for what he did?
"I do luv you Evy" he said quietly. "I swear it."
Rick did not know how long it was before he slipped into a drunken sleep. He only hoped that tomorrow would be a better. That Evelyn would forgive him and tell him that she loved him.
Tomorrow had to be a better day.