AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here's the second chapter. I really doubt this story can be salvaged, I mean I'm jumpin around, switchin narratives and stuff, it's just not my best work. I tried to make it current, but well... tell me what you think though!
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The thought of returning to her house, their house for anything longer than 5 minutes turned her stomach. So instead she went out shopping. With her husbands credit cards of course.
Thinking back, Mel remembered what he'd told her upon handing the cards over:
"Melly, these are strictly for emergencies."
He knew how she was with money, so he knew the speech wasn't necessary; she wouldn't use the cards. She had her own job and her own money she could spend if she needed. So the cards were sitting in her wallet collecting dust. That is, until this morning, when she found him balls deep in his secretary. Now, she could think of no better emergency than this
By the time she figured she was finished, she'd nearly maxed out two of his cards on anything she could find that either fit well or might fit well. She really didn't try too much on. It was at this point she decided to call her sister and tell her what happened. She was sitting in her car, bags stuffed in the trunk and backseat.
"Hello," her sisters' sleepy voice came on the line. She was head nurse at a local hospital and sleep was a rarity.
As soon as Mel heard her voice she immediately began sobbing.
"Melanie? Is that you? What's wrong? Where are you?" came the barrage of questions from her sister.
"I'm okay Melody, I'm on my way over right now, I just needed to hear your voice," Mel cried into the phone.
Melody was her younger sister. They'd always shared a close bond, even though they fought like cats and dogs growing up because they were so close in age. At only 2 and a half years apart, they'd ended up sharing a lot of things over the years. From toys, to boys. Although Melanie had only been with one person, Melody was the opposite. She'd dubbed herself a connoisseur of the male forum, and never held back when it came to her explicit sexcapades. They were night and day and that's most likely why they're so close.
"Honey, what's wrong? How far away are you?"
"I'm near your house, Rodger cheated on me with his secretary; I bought those Christian Louboutins we liked. You know the knotted ones? I spent so much money. I don't care, it's his money. Actually it's visa's money. I didn't want to go home, because everything in it is his. So I bought new clothes."
"I'm outside of your house now"
There was silence on the phone. She was parked out front of her sisters home, head on the steering wheel cell phone to her ear crying when she heard the tap on the window.
Melody was standing on the driver's side, cordless phone in hand and a look on her face that said I'm so sorry. Mel opened the car door and fell into her sisters arms.
"I know baby, I'm sorry."
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For Mel to show up at Melody's door was surprising. To have to comfort and console her was even more so. Melody was always the wild child, the party girl. Not the responsible one. Yes she had a great job that she loved at The Yellow Bow Children's hospital, but that was as dependable as she got. Melanie was the one who held her when she cried violently after their father died from prostate cancer when she was six. She was the one woke her up for school in the mornings, because her mom had to work two jobs to make ends meet. She was the one who threatened to kill Keisha Patterson when she'd told melody to meet her after school. She'd been there for her, her whole life. And now that the tables were turned, she didn't know what to do.
She'd brought all the bags in the house after she'd practically carried Mel inside. She called in and got a friend take her shift, and opened the bottle of grey goose she had in the back of her fridge for situations such as this.
"So tell me everything," she said to Mel sitting down two shot glasses in front of them.
They were sitting in her small kitchen in the breakfast nook. This house, unlike Mel's was small. Very small. But it was hers. It was decorated with love; the colors on the walls were warm contrasting colors in greens and purples. Her kitchen was her favourite spot though. Although it was small the windows were big and in the early mornings when the sun was just peeking over the horizon streaming sunlight across the earth, it made its way right into her small kitchen and, it seemed, right into her mood.
Now, she sat across from her heartbroken sister, and whished the sun were rising. Wished she could give her the happiness that sight gave her every morning.
"If we had only been together, a few years," Mel started, pausing to take her shot.
"Maybe it wouldn't hurt so bad."
Melody said nothing just waited for her to continue.
"I have never been so humiliated in all my life. Do you know I had no panties on?" she added, staring into her sisters eyes.
"Why?" melody asked. She'd never known her sister to be the type to go commando.
Mel dropped her head into her hands and wiped them over her face.
"Because I was trying to work on our marriage. On our non existent sex life. But it turned out he was already working on it."
Melanie poured herself another shot, downed it and poured another.
"I'm gonna need more alcohol," she said dully, taking her shot and pouring yet another.
"You should slow down, that stuff is hard, it catches up to you," Melody said a look of concern on her face.
"I don't care," she said holding the shot glass up to her face. She brought it level with her eyes and starred through it at her sister. Then, tipping her head back, she let the fiery liquid slide down her throat.
"Okay, maybe we should do something. I took the night off we could go see a movie, or go to one of those plays your always trying to drag me to. I think it's poetry night at jay jay's, or-"
"I don't wanna do this," Mel said cutting her off.
"I don't want to sit in your house and cry, and I don't want to watch some dramatic poetry, or an unfunny movie. I want to go out. I want to put on one of those dresses I bought. One of the ones Rodger would hate because it showed off too much. And I want to put on what mama would call hooker heels, and I want to dance like I'm not married."
Melody looked at her older sister. She was starting to show evidence of the alcohol. She was leaned back in her chair, head tilted back, lids heavy and pupils slightly dilated. Most of all she looked to be stricken with sadness. Her happy brown eyes looked bereft and empty.
"We can do whatever you want," Melody said. She'd do anything to make her sister happy at the moment.
"In that case," Mel said sitting up and pouring herself yet another shot. "Grab my bags, we're gonna turn this city upside down."
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Three hours later, she was sitting in a bar she'd never heard of before, completely over dressed, in a black marc Jacobs cocktail dress and sky high Louboutins. She looked like a million dollars, but felt like barely 20. She'd planted herself at the bar. Her sister, who'd brought her here, was off being a social butterfly.
Over the last hour or so she'd fought off many drunks, who told her how beautiful she looked tonight, and so on and so forth. She'd stop them in the middle of their spiel, and as nicely as her current conditions could allow, ask them if they were going to buy her a drink; if not go away.
Now, she was thankfully alone with her thoughts. So much time had been wasted on Rodger. She'd spent half her life with him. He was the only man she'd been with, her first everything, Including heartbreak. She'd sacrificed so much. Her own education, because Rodger got into the better school, she decided to put hers on the backburner so he could go. They had a plan, first he'd go to school, she'd work, then when they were in a better financial position, she'd go back. But now, whenever she brought it up to him, it was always an excuse. They had a mortgage, and car payments. No need to take on another expense. Now is not the right time.
Now what did she have; a broken heart, broken promises, broken vows, a broken life. Everything she had was his. The car was in his name. The house too. She had a job selling art at a gallery downtown but the pay really wasn't much.
Her thoughts were interrupted again by someone else.
