Dasclaimer, etc., see part 1.
Inside, Cath must have gotten free; I can see her standing with her back to the window through the curtains. I'd recognise her silhouette anywhere, I have looked at her so often in semi-darkened rooms when we make love. My mind throws images at me of her on top of me, arching her back, moaning.
"Eddie, forget about it, it's not important. Let's not argue. We could do something more enjoyable instead?" Catherine's voice has a tone to it that I had liked to think she only used with me. Obviously I was mistaken. I know she's only doing this to stop the argument, but that doesn't stop it hurting. I'm so busy listening to my own hurt little voice inside my head that I miss what the voices inside the house say next. But apparently Eddie has taken the bait, because I see his shadow move closer to her and they embrace.
I see them kiss, and that cuts me like a knife, a huge betrayal because a kiss is so intimate, shows emotion so clearly. I love how she kisses me. Lips so soft, yet demanding. She gives a different meaning to each kiss. It might be "I love you" or "I want you" or "I need you," or a way to give comfort or share joy. Just from the shadow I can't really tell how she's kissing him. But you can bet it isn't, "I'm in love with someone else, goodbye."
The shadows sink to the floor and I can no longer see them. But the window is still open; I can hear them.
The soft "whoosh" of clothes being thrown across the room. Catherine's sharp intake of breath. Eddie's grunt.
I am paralysed, numb, forced by my body's mutiny to listen to this.
Catherine's moans, which normally I'd give anything to hear, now make me feel like someone has punched me in the stomach. The floorboards start to creak.
The sound of a car pulling up brings me back into myself with a jolt. I sneak out of the bush and slink off down the street, leaving the police to interrupt them.
tbc
Please, let me know what you think. I've not really written anything this...dark?...angsty?...before, and I want to know if it's alright.
Inside, Cath must have gotten free; I can see her standing with her back to the window through the curtains. I'd recognise her silhouette anywhere, I have looked at her so often in semi-darkened rooms when we make love. My mind throws images at me of her on top of me, arching her back, moaning.
"Eddie, forget about it, it's not important. Let's not argue. We could do something more enjoyable instead?" Catherine's voice has a tone to it that I had liked to think she only used with me. Obviously I was mistaken. I know she's only doing this to stop the argument, but that doesn't stop it hurting. I'm so busy listening to my own hurt little voice inside my head that I miss what the voices inside the house say next. But apparently Eddie has taken the bait, because I see his shadow move closer to her and they embrace.
I see them kiss, and that cuts me like a knife, a huge betrayal because a kiss is so intimate, shows emotion so clearly. I love how she kisses me. Lips so soft, yet demanding. She gives a different meaning to each kiss. It might be "I love you" or "I want you" or "I need you," or a way to give comfort or share joy. Just from the shadow I can't really tell how she's kissing him. But you can bet it isn't, "I'm in love with someone else, goodbye."
The shadows sink to the floor and I can no longer see them. But the window is still open; I can hear them.
The soft "whoosh" of clothes being thrown across the room. Catherine's sharp intake of breath. Eddie's grunt.
I am paralysed, numb, forced by my body's mutiny to listen to this.
Catherine's moans, which normally I'd give anything to hear, now make me feel like someone has punched me in the stomach. The floorboards start to creak.
The sound of a car pulling up brings me back into myself with a jolt. I sneak out of the bush and slink off down the street, leaving the police to interrupt them.
tbc
Please, let me know what you think. I've not really written anything this...dark?...angsty?...before, and I want to know if it's alright.