Peter got home at 12:30 AM and went to the bedroom where Juliet was
sleeping. He stood in the doorway staring at her, the light from the
hallway behind him casting shadows on her face. 'This is your wife,' he
thought, as he took a few steps into the room. 'Juliet is your beautiful
wife. But she doesn't want you.' He stepped closer to her close enough to
touch her. 'Because she's in love with someone else...' He put his hand
gently on her cheek and slowly ran his fingers down her face and over her
lips. She sighed but didn't show any other signs of being aware of his
presence. He pulled his hand away. He didn't want to give her up and he
didn't want her to be with Natalie. He wanted Juliet all for himself but
he knew that he shouldn't be so selfish. 'I gave her everything...' he
thought, 'and it wasn't good enough.' He never wanted to look at her now
and he never wanted to see her again. He stormed out of the bedroom and
went into the kitchen. He looked for something to ease his frustration in
the refrigerator and decided on a bottle of Chardonnay. He took the wine to
the couch and began to drink it. The more he drank the less he thought
about Juliet and it made him want to drink more until half the bottle was
gone. He was getting tired now but the wine was his way of dealing with
his pain so he drank more. After drinking nearly all of it he spotted
Juliet standing staring at him from inside the hallway.
"...Peter...?" she asked once he'd seen her. "Peter it's 3 AM, I woke up and you weren't there, are you alright?" He looked down and didn't answer her. She walked towards him and sat beside him.
"Okay Peter, let's put the Chardonnay back and go to bed," she said, seeing how much of the bottle was empty and realizing how much he had drank. She slowly reached for the bottle but when she was close enough to take it from him he pushed her hand away and put the bottle to his lips to drink more.
"Peter, please come to bed," she begged.
"Don't act like you care now," Peter said.
"What?"
"Don't act like you care",
"But I do care, you're upset you're—"
"You didn't give a damn about me when you were out fucking your lesbian lover so why do you care now? You bloody slut! Don't sleep around with someone else and then turn around and act like you care about me." Juliet, clearly hurt, stood up.
"Fine. I'll talk to you tomorrow when you aren't drunk and you actually know what you're saying," she said. And with that she left.
The next day Juliet woke up before Peter did. He woke up on the couch with a terrible headache and didn't remember much from the night before. Juliet was in the kitchen eating breakfast. She ignored him when he went into the kitchen to get a drink to subdue his headache.
"Good morning," he said. She didn't answer. She gave him a look that let him know she was angry with him and went into the living room and sat on the couch.
"Jules?" he said following her. "What is it?"
"Oh so now you don't remember?" She asked, irritated.
"What happened last night?"
"You got drunk last night," Juliet said getting up and going into the bedroom.
"What happened? Did I say anything? Why are you angry?"
"Why am I angry?" she said turning around and facing him. "You called me a slut for one thing," she said before shutting herself up in the bathroom.
"Jules, I'm sorry please..." Peter began.
"I don't want to speak to you right now,"
"I'll make it up to you darling please..." he continued. She didn't say anything.
"Well...at least come to the Christmas Ball with me tonight...I've got a very special present for you and I'd like to give it to you there..." Still no answer.
"...Peter...?" she asked once he'd seen her. "Peter it's 3 AM, I woke up and you weren't there, are you alright?" He looked down and didn't answer her. She walked towards him and sat beside him.
"Okay Peter, let's put the Chardonnay back and go to bed," she said, seeing how much of the bottle was empty and realizing how much he had drank. She slowly reached for the bottle but when she was close enough to take it from him he pushed her hand away and put the bottle to his lips to drink more.
"Peter, please come to bed," she begged.
"Don't act like you care now," Peter said.
"What?"
"Don't act like you care",
"But I do care, you're upset you're—"
"You didn't give a damn about me when you were out fucking your lesbian lover so why do you care now? You bloody slut! Don't sleep around with someone else and then turn around and act like you care about me." Juliet, clearly hurt, stood up.
"Fine. I'll talk to you tomorrow when you aren't drunk and you actually know what you're saying," she said. And with that she left.
The next day Juliet woke up before Peter did. He woke up on the couch with a terrible headache and didn't remember much from the night before. Juliet was in the kitchen eating breakfast. She ignored him when he went into the kitchen to get a drink to subdue his headache.
"Good morning," he said. She didn't answer. She gave him a look that let him know she was angry with him and went into the living room and sat on the couch.
"Jules?" he said following her. "What is it?"
"Oh so now you don't remember?" She asked, irritated.
"What happened last night?"
"You got drunk last night," Juliet said getting up and going into the bedroom.
"What happened? Did I say anything? Why are you angry?"
"Why am I angry?" she said turning around and facing him. "You called me a slut for one thing," she said before shutting herself up in the bathroom.
"Jules, I'm sorry please..." Peter began.
"I don't want to speak to you right now,"
"I'll make it up to you darling please..." he continued. She didn't say anything.
"Well...at least come to the Christmas Ball with me tonight...I've got a very special present for you and I'd like to give it to you there..." Still no answer.