Two Kids, No Consequences
Alone
I woke up this morning to an empty bed. Usually, John is back by now. I glance at my phone to check the time and see if he texted me. 11:33 AM and no texts. I wonder where he is. I try to call him but his phone is off. I wake up a little more alert and a lot more worried. This isn't his usual self.
I stumble out of bed and walk around the house seeing if maybe he is making breakfast or somewhere else in the house. He isn't. I grab my keys and drive to the only place I can imagine him being: Anthony's. My mind is racing with the thought of what could have happened to him. Is he dead? Is he in the hospital?
I pull up to Anthony's house, still in my pajamas and pound on his door. A groggy Anthony answers the door and his eyes open a little wider when he sees who it is.
"Holy shit Diana? I haven't seen you in a while." he says a little too sweetly. We never really liked each other to begin with so I don't get why he's acting like this. He tries to pull me in for an awkward hug.
"Cut the bull shit where is John?" I ask not buying into his crap. I push past him, not waiting for a responce. I don't see him in the living room so I run upstairs to Anthony's room. Sure enough, he is there. He's ass naked and I hear the shower running. I open the bathroom door and a blonde girl shreeks.
"Excuse me don't you see someone is in here??" squeals the blonde.
I slam the door and walk up to John and give him a smack on the head. Immediately, he awakes.
"What the fuck Diana!" He yells.
"Me what the fuck? Are you serious? How about what the fuck John. Why the hell are you naked and who the fuck is that girl in the shower?" I scream angirly.
He blinks his eyes for a second, seeming confused. Then the blonde walks in with a towel wrapped around her and all of a sudden everything clicks. He jumps out of bed and grabs my hands.
"Baby I am so sorry. I was angry with you and I got blackout drunk. I don't even remember what happened last night. I can tell I made a huge mistake please baby please understand. I am so sorry." He pleas, his eyes tearing up.
I yank my hands away from his and spat four simple words in his face. "Fuck you. We're done."
I run out the door and start my car. I can see John running after me so I slam on the gas pedal and tear out of the neighborhood. I drive and drive for what seems like hours and finally, I pull over and compose myself. The reality of what just happened hit me and I began to sob uncontrollably. I was shaking and crying, so confused. How could he do this to me? I thought John loved me. I would have never guessed he would do this to me. Now where do I go? What do I do?
I sat there and cried for over an hour. I finally composed myself and started to think a little bit more clearly. I realized I had no where to go. The house was John's, not mine. I never made any real friends because John was always opposed to it. Maybe I would just live out of my car for a few days until I figured out what to do. I turned the car around and headed back home, or I guess, to John's house. My anger is building up inside of me and I start speeding a little faster. I get back, much quicker than I had expected. I go into the house, intending to get my belongings. I see John on the couch, his eyes bloodshot, his face stained with tears.
"BABY. Please come sit please we need to talk about what happened." He begged.
"There's nothing for us to talk about. There is no us. I'm done John, I am so done." My voice shook and grew louder.
"Look I understand I was in the wrong..obviously. But please sit down. I will talk you don't have to do anything but listen."
I walk over to where he is at and sit the furthest away possible from him. He's so pathetic, a disgusting excuse of a man.
"Thank you. I'm not going to try to ask for you back because I don't deserve it. But you deserve to know the truth. All of it. I haven't been the most faithful to you. I was always flirting with girls. Always. I sent a couple of nudes, and flirted a ton. I kept a secret app so I could text them. I used different names at parties so you never found out. Last night, I was so angry and confused with you that I went to Anthony's and drank way too much. I ended up texting Stacy, the blonde girl, to come over and she did. From then on, I don't remember a thing. But I know we had sex and I know I cheated. And I want you to know that I am sorry. You never deserved it. I also wanted to tell you I called my dad and explained what happened. He is really dissapointed in me, but thinks it is only fair if I move out and we transfer the name of the house to you, and make me live at home with him. Do what you want with it, but I am moving out. I am sorry for what I have done to you." He finishes as tears stream down his face.
I sit there in silence, completely taken aback. I was expecting excuses, or begging. But there was none of that. Just a guy, who knew what he did was wrong, and trying to make right of it the best he could.
"Ok. Well I guess I can help you pack." I mumble reluctantly. I just wanted him out of here. I didn't want to see his pathetic face any longer.
For the next 3 hours, I helped pack all of John's things. I gave him all of his hoodies back, his pictures of us, my pictures of us, everything. He let me keep the furniture, even though I don't want it. I don't want any of this. It is all just a bunch of reminders of John and what we had. I load up the final few boxes into his car and go to say goodbye.
"Well. I guess this is it." He sighs, tired and sad.
"Not like you care." I snapped.
"That's what you think. I made a huge mistake, but I will always love you and what we had. I will never find another you." He kisses me on the forehead, gets into his car, and rolls down his window. "Goodbye Diana."
I spit on his car and flip him the bird. His face grows sad, but understanding. He drives off and I walk inside the house. I look all around me at all the missing pictures and items. All of a sudden, I have never felt more alone. I sit down on the floor, and cry.
I stumble out of bed and walk around the house seeing if maybe he is making breakfast or somewhere else in the house. He isn't. I grab my keys and drive to the only place I can imagine him being: Anthony's. My mind is racing with the thought of what could have happened to him. Is he dead? Is he in the hospital?
I pull up to Anthony's house, still in my pajamas and pound on his door. A groggy Anthony answers the door and his eyes open a little wider when he sees who it is.
"Holy shit Diana? I haven't seen you in a while." he says a little too sweetly. We never really liked each other to begin with so I don't get why he's acting like this. He tries to pull me in for an awkward hug.
"Cut the bull shit where is John?" I ask not buying into his crap. I push past him, not waiting for a responce. I don't see him in the living room so I run upstairs to Anthony's room. Sure enough, he is there. He's ass naked and I hear the shower running. I open the bathroom door and a blonde girl shreeks.
"Excuse me don't you see someone is in here??" squeals the blonde.
I slam the door and walk up to John and give him a smack on the head. Immediately, he awakes.
"What the fuck Diana!" He yells.
"Me what the fuck? Are you serious? How about what the fuck John. Why the hell are you naked and who the fuck is that girl in the shower?" I scream angirly.
He blinks his eyes for a second, seeming confused. Then the blonde walks in with a towel wrapped around her and all of a sudden everything clicks. He jumps out of bed and grabs my hands.
"Baby I am so sorry. I was angry with you and I got blackout drunk. I don't even remember what happened last night. I can tell I made a huge mistake please baby please understand. I am so sorry." He pleas, his eyes tearing up.
I yank my hands away from his and spat four simple words in his face. "Fuck you. We're done."
I run out the door and start my car. I can see John running after me so I slam on the gas pedal and tear out of the neighborhood. I drive and drive for what seems like hours and finally, I pull over and compose myself. The reality of what just happened hit me and I began to sob uncontrollably. I was shaking and crying, so confused. How could he do this to me? I thought John loved me. I would have never guessed he would do this to me. Now where do I go? What do I do?
I sat there and cried for over an hour. I finally composed myself and started to think a little bit more clearly. I realized I had no where to go. The house was John's, not mine. I never made any real friends because John was always opposed to it. Maybe I would just live out of my car for a few days until I figured out what to do. I turned the car around and headed back home, or I guess, to John's house. My anger is building up inside of me and I start speeding a little faster. I get back, much quicker than I had expected. I go into the house, intending to get my belongings. I see John on the couch, his eyes bloodshot, his face stained with tears.
"BABY. Please come sit please we need to talk about what happened." He begged.
"There's nothing for us to talk about. There is no us. I'm done John, I am so done." My voice shook and grew louder.
"Look I understand I was in the wrong..obviously. But please sit down. I will talk you don't have to do anything but listen."
I walk over to where he is at and sit the furthest away possible from him. He's so pathetic, a disgusting excuse of a man.
"Thank you. I'm not going to try to ask for you back because I don't deserve it. But you deserve to know the truth. All of it. I haven't been the most faithful to you. I was always flirting with girls. Always. I sent a couple of nudes, and flirted a ton. I kept a secret app so I could text them. I used different names at parties so you never found out. Last night, I was so angry and confused with you that I went to Anthony's and drank way too much. I ended up texting Stacy, the blonde girl, to come over and she did. From then on, I don't remember a thing. But I know we had sex and I know I cheated. And I want you to know that I am sorry. You never deserved it. I also wanted to tell you I called my dad and explained what happened. He is really dissapointed in me, but thinks it is only fair if I move out and we transfer the name of the house to you, and make me live at home with him. Do what you want with it, but I am moving out. I am sorry for what I have done to you." He finishes as tears stream down his face.
I sit there in silence, completely taken aback. I was expecting excuses, or begging. But there was none of that. Just a guy, who knew what he did was wrong, and trying to make right of it the best he could.
"Ok. Well I guess I can help you pack." I mumble reluctantly. I just wanted him out of here. I didn't want to see his pathetic face any longer.
For the next 3 hours, I helped pack all of John's things. I gave him all of his hoodies back, his pictures of us, my pictures of us, everything. He let me keep the furniture, even though I don't want it. I don't want any of this. It is all just a bunch of reminders of John and what we had. I load up the final few boxes into his car and go to say goodbye.
"Well. I guess this is it." He sighs, tired and sad.
"Not like you care." I snapped.
"That's what you think. I made a huge mistake, but I will always love you and what we had. I will never find another you." He kisses me on the forehead, gets into his car, and rolls down his window. "Goodbye Diana."
I spit on his car and flip him the bird. His face grows sad, but understanding. He drives off and I walk inside the house. I look all around me at all the missing pictures and items. All of a sudden, I have never felt more alone. I sit down on the floor, and cry.
Notes
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5/23/13