Screaming Infidelities

Disclaimer: Not mine. The title is from Dashboard Confessional

Summary: First part in Lindsay's point of view. Second part is… sorta like both. lol.

A/N: Well, I had thought that this was only going to be a one parter…but, I think it may end up being 3 parts. Thank you SamiJoe for beta-ing! You're awesome! And thanks to everyone from the Lit thread who read and reviewed the first chapter. :D


I'm cuddling close

To blankets and sheets

But you're not alone, and you're not discreet

Make sure I know who's taking you home.


He slowly walked in the direction of home. A grin spread across his face as he thought of what had just happened.

He had slept with Rory; the love of his life. He had finally won. Getting married had proved to be for the better after all. Although when he had gotten married, he hadn't had that in mind. But now that it was over between him and Lindsay, everything was different.

Their marriage was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened. He had been angry and upset…and obviously not over Rory. He had forced himself to date Lindsay. He couldn't appear to be weak; not to Rory and not to Jess. It had been hard though, to be all lovey-dovey with Lindsay. He hadn't planned on actually marrying her. If he would have known that he would end up doing so, he might have picked a girl who could at least cook.

He laughed at the thought. He had hated to be home, to have to eat her food, make pointless small talk, and laugh at her jokes, pretend like he cared whether the kitchen was wallpapered with apples or oranges. He didn't care, not for her at least.

He wondered when he should tell her. Tomorrow ended up being his ultimate decision. He'd just tell her straight off the bat that it was over. No questions asked. She wouldn't have to know about Rory, although she might already suspect it. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the fact that Rory was his; finally his.

It was a bummer that Jess wasn't there for him to rub it in his face. That would have been so much fun; to taunt him with it, flaunt it, just like Jess had done to him.

He arrived home shortly, overjoyed that this might be his last night with her. Then he remembered the paperwork. He didn't have any of the divorce papers. So he'd have to wait a few weeks before moving out. He cursed under his breath as he approached the door.

He slammed it shut and walked quickly through the living room and into the kitchen where he spotted her sitting in a chair.

She'd told him about dinner and he had waved it off, saying that he was going to bed.

"How's Rory?"

His eyes widened and he heard as gasp escape from somewhere within. "I…don't know what you're talking about," he said, trying to recover.

"Dammit, Dean, quit lying to me."

"Why are you so upset?" he asked, and took a step towards her.

She picked his cell phone up off the counter and threw it at him, missing his head by only a few inches, and it crashed into the floor.

He stepped backwards. "I…" He didn't know what to say.

"How long has it been going on?"

He swallowed. "Not very…"

She was obviously not pleased with the answer. "Please tell me that the whole thing wasn't fake."

He frowned. "What?"

"Our marriage. Please tell me that the whole thing wasn't a lie from the start."

He shook his head.

She turned around and quickly ran up the stairs to their bedroom, with him tailing closely. She made her way to their closet, where she proceeded to pull out their biggest suitcase and throw all of his clothes into it haphazardly.

She zipped it up and tossed it to him.

It fell to the floor in front of his feet and he glared at her.

"Get out of my house," she said evenly.

"Lindsay…"

"Get out of my house!" She repeated, now yelling.

"Calm down," he said before he bent over to pick it up. "I'm going."

She waited until she heard the front door close before she came down the stairs and locked it behind him.

He got into his car and drove to his parent's house. Once he got there, he used his key to unlock the door and quietly made his way up the stairs and into his old bedroom, making sure not to wake anyone up. He didn't want to deal with them, or give them an explanation, but when the time came, he would have no choice.


"I'm pregnant."

His eyes nearly bulged out of the sockets at hearing those words.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "You can't be."

"I am!" She exclaimed as she wiped a tear off her face.

"How could this happen?"

"We had sex you moron. How do you think it happened?!" She yelled.

"Are you sure it's mine?"

She gasps. "How dare you! No, I, unlike you, do not cheat on my spouse or sleep around!"

"Well, I was just checking…"

"The more legitimate question would be to ask me if I was sure that it was mine!" She tells him. "But obviously, it is."

"Lindsay, I'm nineteen years old, I cannot be a father!"

"Well, this wouldn't have happened if you would have used a condom! You must have used 'em all on Rory, huh?" she said bitterly.

He rolled his eyes. "This is not the time. We need to figure out what we're going to do."

"What do you mean, 'figure it out'? There are not many choices, Dean. I am not going to have an abortion…"

He cut her off, "But you haven't even thought about it!" he protested.

"Yes I have! I am not going to kill something that could be a human being. I will not be a murderer."

"It's not murder! Tons of people do it! It's perfectly legal!"

"No, dammit, I am having this kid," She told him.

He sighed.

"The only thing to talk about is whether you're going to be responsible and help me raise it or not."

He rubbed a hand over his face. "I… can you give me a second to think about it?" he requested and she agreed to allow him to do so. He didn't want to be a father, it ruined everything, but on the other hand, it was his job to help raise it…he would have a guilty conscience if he didn't. Plus, his parents would not approve.

He exhaled deeply. "I'll be there in five minutes; I just have to grab my bag."

She frowned. "You mean you're coming home for good?" She asked.

He nodded. "Yes. It's the only thing I can do. We have to stay together, no matter how hard it is, and raise this kid."

"But what are you going to tell Rory?"

"I…don't know. It's not important now… I'll tell her tomorrow," Dean told her. It was a lie. He knew that he couldn't tell her in person. It would be…embarrassing, among other things. He had no idea what to do.

As he drove home, he thought about what he could do; telling her nothing and just acting like nothing had happened was near the top of the list.


I'm missing your bed

I never sleep

Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak.


A/N: Reviews are appreciated. :D