Cathy looked out of the window of her plane. She hadn't seen her husband in months. Her Jamie. Sure, she was happy in Ohio doing what she loved, performing, but things weren't the same without him there cheering her on and giving her flowers. She loved when he gave her flowers and told her how stunning she looked even though she was ready to bitch slap someone from being so exhausted. He just made her feel like she was a princess. She was the only woman on the face of the earth for him. She was his everything. The clouds listed apart and she saw the city. Her city with her Jamie. A smile spread across her face. She was coming home early for Christmas. He expected her on December 23rd but she wanted to be there early to surprise him. She figured she could use the three extra days playing catch up with him. To help play catch up she wore the sexiest thing she could in winter. A tight sweater, tighter jeans and spiked boots.
The taxi ride home seemed to take forever. She just wanted to be there already, in his arms, even if he wouldn't be up when she got home. He always stayed up late working. It was always like that. Cathy would sit there while he wrote or typed away. Complete silence because Jamie needed his quiet. Jamie needed his space. Jamie needed to be left alone. So she just sat there reading or sewing. Then she would go to bed and he stayed up until all hours of the morning working. The one thing about Jamie that she never understood was his sleep pattern. He could work on four hours of sleep and if Cathy didn't get at least eight all hell was going to break loose.
The taxi finally pulled up to the house and she quickly payed the driver, thanking him and sighing as she grabbed all her bags. She was home and she couldn't feel any better about it. She got her keys out of her purse and approached the door. This nervous feeling chilled through her body as she silently opened the door, hoping he wouldn't hear it and wake up. She quietly closed the door behind her and put her coat on the coat rack. Then she looked at her living room. Papers and pens covered the floor and the coffee table was over turned. "Well, that's strange," she said as she went to pick everything up. It was 10 AM and Cathy knew she had time to do some cleaning up. Jamie wouldn't be up for another two hours anyway, he probably only went to bed two hours ago.
Once she was done with the living room she still had an hour to kill so she made her way around the house, seeing if anything else needed to be done. Then she walked into the kitchen, which looked like a tornado had ripped through it. Empty milk cartons, dirty dishes and an overloaded sink was enough for her to mentally freak out. "No wonder he always wanted to go back to my apartment for sex," she laughed and started to tidy everything up.
Noon hit and she was ready to go and see her man. See her Jamie and surprise him. She silently made her way up the steps, trying to be as quiet as a mouse. It was pretty damn hard in her boots but she managed. At the top of the steps she saw the bathroom and cringed. She was going to have to doing more than catching up with Jamie this Christmas. As she made her way to the door she heard Jamie say something although it wasn't audible. Jamie always talked to himself when he woke up. Just to make sure he knew what he was going to do that day. She slowly opened the door and froze at the sight she saw. "Cathy! What the hell are you doing home?"
She didn't answer him. Instead, she turned around and wanted to get as far away from him as she could. Holding back tears as she slammed her way down the steps. She almost fell once, those shoes were killer. "SHIT!" As soon as she made her way to the bottom she grabbed her coat and sat outside in the snow. Frozen tears made way down her cheek. She thought back on her day that she made those wedding vows. "I will never be complete." "I will never be alive." I will never change the world until I do." Her hands pounded against the hard, cold cement as she let out a cry. "How could he? How could he do that to me? He loves me. He doesn't love that other girl. He loves me." She tried to reassure herself but she know what she saw. Jamie in bed with another girl. It was too much. So much for a nice holiday.
"Cathy?"