Chapter 2: Welcome to our lives...
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Jen and Judes life:
Jude's point of view:
"JUDE!" cried my wife, Jen.
"Huh?" I cried out.
"How many times have I told you not to drink out of the milk carton?" she screamed, showing me the empty milk carton.
"Sorry," I cried.
She laughed, as she smiled, and gave me a hug from behind.
"Hon, I got to go," Jen said.
"Where's your going?" I asked her.
"Well..." she said, bitting her lip, "Just out."
I raised an eyebrow. "This is the third time this week. Where you going?"
"I'll tell you later," Jen told me.
"But...but..." I cried, but she introrupted me.
"Love you, Jude, see you later!" she yelled, as she slammed the door behind her.
Somethings up with Jen. She never acted this, and we've been married for three years. I wonder where she was going...
I sat down on the kitchen floor, as I yelled, "Mello!"
Mello is our dogs name. She is labor dog. She's a nice jet black. She came, running with her tounge sticking out. I petted her, as she jumped onto my stomache.
"You won't leave me, will you girl?" I asked her.
She barked, as if she was trying to speak. Then, I started to feel something wet on my stomache. I looked.
"MELLO! GROSS!" I yelled, as I was running for the back door. "WE GO WASHROOM OUT SIDE!"
I basicly threw Mello outside, as I sighed in relief. I couldn't stop thinking of Jen. I know she's hiding something.
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WITH CAITLIN AND JONSEY:
Jonseys point of view:
Everything was great. Caitlin and me were at the fanciest resturant. I sighed, as I felt something in my pocket. It was the engagement ring. When was the right time to ask her? I sighed, as I picked at my fries.
"What's wrong?" Caitlin asked me.
"Well, Caitlin," I said, studdering.
"Yes?" she asked.
Then, I went right by her side, and took her left hand. She gasped.
I took the ring out of my pocket, and showed her the ring. Her eyes got big.
"Caitlin Cooke..." I said. "Will you marry me?"
First, she was speechless. Then, she took her right hand, and slapped me across the face.
OUCH.
Then she ran out of the resturant.
"CAIT!" I cried out, running after her.
I caught her running in the rain, crying.
"Cait, I'm sorry!" I yelled at her.
She only glanced at me, then continued to run.
That just left me to cry by myself, in the rain.
"Caitlin..." I cried, as I put the ring back in my pocket, and walked home, with my heart broken.
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WITH WYATT AND NIKKI:
Wyatts point of view:
"WYATT!"cried my wife, Nikki.
"What?" I moaned weakly.
I was in bed, as I turn to see the time on the alarm clock. It was nine A.M. She flipped the bed, as I felt onto the floor.
"GET UP!" she yelled, "I have to work, and you have to look after your son, Kenny!"
Ahhhh Kenny, I thought. Kenny was only five years old. He was an intillgent kid.
"Okay, okay," I cried, groaning.
"And this time, Wyatt..." Nikki continued to yell at me, "Don't give him achohal like that time!"
"Ok, ok," I yelled, "I can take care of my own son!"
"Sometimes I wonder..." she muttered under her breathe.
Nikki left without saying good bye, slamming the door. I sighed. Nikki wasn't like how she used to be. She use to be caring, unique...and not bossy. Now, I don't even know if I love her. I don't know. I do think about a divorce, but what about poor Kenny? I sighed again, as I saw Kenny sitting at the table, eating cheerios.
"Morning, daddy," Kenny told me.
"Morning," I said, as I gave him a hug.
"This cereal is plain. I want sugar!" Kenny cried.
He helped himself to grab the sugar bowl, as he dumped all of it in his little teletubbies cereal bown.
"Much better," he said, eating a spoon full of sugar.
Sometimes, I wonder about Nikki. Maybe that's why I was sort of scared of Kenny...Kenny looks like Nikki...has her personality...you could tell she was his son.
But, that night, something happened. Something happened I could never forget. Nikki came home about 5 o'clock, as Kenny was taking his nap. She pulled me into our room. She never did this unless it was important.
"Wyatt..." she said, making me sit on our bed. "There's something I got to tell you,"
"What?" I asked her.
"It's about Kenny..." she said, avoiding eye contact.
"What about him?" I asked, holding her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes.
"He's...he's...not your son..."she said, almost in tears.
A shiver went up my spine. Kenny? Not my kid? Now, I was in tears. My wife cheated on me?
"Who's son is he?" I asked, crying.
It took her a few minutes to spit it out. "...Jonsey."
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!" I shouted at Nikki, standing up.
"No, listening...it's a long story..." Nikki cried in her defence.
"Well, I have the time. The women I trust now tells me I'm not the father, after 5 years?" I cried out.
"I didn't want to break your heart," she said, still in tears.
"Oh, you didn't break it," I told her, "You tored it to pieces. You distroyed it."
I ran out of the room, not letting her see my tears.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Darkness' Kid