If there's a rumor floating around that I've been cheating on Jeff. It's a lie, simply a dream swelled out of proportion. Unfortunately not without reason.
Admit it: I've thought about it.
Everyone has.
There's always someone better looking, smarter and such as we think.
I don't know why. But the question is; are we willing to make the jump?
I'm not. I love my life, I love him. He's my philosopher, my roots, my good morning. And I wouldn't be without him, I wouldn't be me. I'd be like an insect; completely missing a brain simply a mess of nerves, interacting but no conscious thinking.
I rolled over in the empty bed. It's a hard feeling when you're waiting to feel warmth but it's not there. I threw the blankets back and laid there.
Three AM. No Jeff.
Four AM. He wasn't there either.
Five AM. Nope.
Six AM. M.I.A.
Four hours of waiting and I was sick of it. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up.
These walls need painted, but I didn't have the heart to. They echoed our story. The epic saga of love lost, earned and stolen. I wandered into the kitchen.
Not a second too late.
I almost wish I wouldn't have seen it. I wish it could have been behind my back. I could have went my entire life without seeing it. It would have been a million times better than watching the love of my life walk into my house, MY house with another woman.
"Jess?" He said, his voice screamed; 'I wish you wouldn't have seen this.'
"Don't." I said, holding up my hand.
"J-"
"Don't you even try to explain."
Before he could think I was in my bedroom piling clothes into my bag.
He ran after me, leaving his 'baggage' at the door.
"Jessie baby!" he chased me out of the house.
"Jeff! Fucking shut up, if you could realize anything right now it should be that you're not doing any good trying to stop me!" I yelled.
"Please, baby, just stop." He pleaded.
I threw my bags down in one enormous huff of anger.
I crossed my arms over my chest, and cocked my hip, "Fine, you've got two minutes, explain."
"I thought you were cheating on me. So I…"
"You thought exactly. You assumed, you didn't know. Because if you did then you would know I didn't. Even thought it was possibly the most tempting thing I've ever had to deal with. Due to the fact that you were treating me like shit. Next time you'll know. Won't you?"
I picked up my bags and threw them in the back of Shannon's hummer.
I searched my pockets for the keys, "Fuck!"
Forgot.
I ran back into the house with Jeff chasing me, on my heels.
He wrapped one strong arm around my waist as I tried to open the door. I had one hand around the handle on the door and I quickly wrapped the other around it too.
I looked over, the lady Jeff walked in with was standing there. Watching.
"Let me go!" I screamed at Jeff.
He lever budged.
"Fine." I said then kicked swiftly backwards and caught him right in the gonads.
"Shit!" He said then dropped me, he hit the ground right when I did. I jumped up and dusted the dried grass off of me.
I looked at her. She wasn't ugly. But she wasn't pretty either. Why would he want someone else…I guess I should ask myself the same question.
"Are you serious?" I asked, a cocky smirk rose on my face.
"What?" She said, obviously offended,
"Do you seriously think that he's gonna go right after a fight with his fiancé and want to fuck you?"
She scoffed, "Well, considering he apparently needed something more…most likely because you weren't enough."
"You fucking bitch. You don't know who you're fucking with. You seriously want to fight a pro wrestler? Have you ever seen someone come flying at you from twenty feet in the air and just lay there? I highly doubt it, so you may want to take your pansy ass back to the truck stop and get some dick there cause you're not getting any here."
"You're a pro wrestler?" She asked like she thought I was lying.
"Hell yeah I am. And you're about this," I held my thumb and pointer finger close together to show just how close she was, "close to pissing my off to no end. You'd better walk your slutty ass over to your car, get in and leave before I snap."
She took heed to my warning and did just as I said.
Jeff was up off of the ground by now. He strutted over to me and smiled cockily.
"That was hot…you know you defen--" He never finished his sentence.
My fist collided with his face.
