It was almost impossible to see where she was going; she was just running as fast as she could to get as far away as she could from what she had just witnessed. Tears were blurring her vision, causing her to run into a couple walking on the sidewalk. She apologized and continued quickly away before he could catch up to her...if he was even coming after her.
Her sobs were making her chest heave and she held the flaps of her wool coat close to her body, crossways. Her thoughts were bombarding her with questions, statements, what could have led up to this madness. She was pissed, she was hurt and she was betrayed by her own husband.
"How could he?! How could he?!"
Her brained forced the words at her constantly,
"Fucking fucker! Fucking asshole!"
The vision of him and that fucking slut having sex together made her feel like her heart had dipped into her belly, and her chest set on fire.
She kept coming back to thinking about how much she loved him and she began bawling all over again.
She tried to convince herself that what she saw was a dream, another horrible nightmare.
A car horn brought her back to reality and made her look to her right. The prick was in their car driving alongside her.
He rolled the window down and stared at her. She tore her eyes from his and walked faster and turned a left corner. The traffic prevented him from going that way, and even if he could he would still be on the other side of the road.
As soon as she turned the corner she heard him holler her name, and she picked up the pace again. He must have seen her begin to speed up because he called her name again and then followed it by;
"Wait!"
Upon hearing that, she immediately began to run as fast as she could, still holding her jacket together across her chest. Her heart was still burning, still sinking.
All she could think of to do was run; she didn't want to have to face him. To look into his beautiful brown eyes and listen to him make excuses for fucking that woman.
The images came flooding back to her, he was so into her, kissing her and caressing her face while kissing her. He was slamming into her so passionately and they both seemed so intimate.
Sobs choked out and the tears flooded her vision again. She wanted to stop and curl into a ball, and just cry herself to sleep...waking up from this nightmare. Just as she got a slight control of herself and her eyes began to dry a little, she ran smack into a guy and knocked each other on their asses. Her hand shot up to her mouth;
"I'm so sorry, I..."
She heard someone shout her name from behind, then shot her head around and saw her cheating husband jogging towards her. Her heart began to beat faster and she turned to the young guy she knocked down;
"I'm sorry!"
And with that, she jumped up and took off like a bolt of lightning.
"Wait! Are you alright?!" The fallen gentleman had called after her.
She ignored him and kept going until she saw a cab on the side of the street with no one in it. She jumped in a directed the cab driver to go and not stop.
Her husband ran up to the cab, and she ordered the cab driver to lock the doors, and he did. Her husband banged on the windows and was yelling for her to get out of the cab. She kept her head down as onlookers gawked at him, probably thinking he was a psycho.
"Go, please!" she begged of the cabbie.
He then sped up and pulled away from the man, driving into the traffic and down the road.
She slid down into the seat and the tears flowed again.
