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Cheryl & Kevin
"Get the grass cut, and tidy up your crap in the spare room." My lovely wife called out as she left the house, slamming the door behind her. The woman had turned into a shrew.
Five minutes later my sixteen year old daughter Lacey yelled "I'm off out," and left the same way as her mother.
I shook my head, unable to believe that my life sunk this low. A wife who always complained no matter what I did, and a daughter who barely recognised my existence. If I had known years ago that it was going to be like this, I would never have got married.
I met Cheryl when we were both eighteen, we dated and just after I turned twenty-one we married. I loved her and she loved me as far as I could tell, a year later she gave birth to Lacey. We didn't have a lot of money at the time, but we got by. I work as a car body repairer and have done since I left school.
Over the years as Lacey grew and I earned more money our lives got a little easier, our house was rented but we owned our cars. Mine was a Land Rover Discovery. I picked it up cheap as it needed a lot of repairs to the bodywork, Cheryl drove an old Toyota Prius. Cheryl quit work after Lacey was born and returned on a part-time basis when Lacey started school. I worked five days a week from 8am -6pm.
It was about one year ago that things really started to get bad between us. I noticed Cheryl was more or less ordering me to do things, rather than asking. Before it was always can you do this or would you mind looking at that? Now it was a blatant demand with no nicety about it.
I had finished cutting the grass just as it started to drizzle with rain, I cleared up the garden and went indoors. After a quick coffee I went to see what crap her majesty wanted tidying up in the spare room. It looked okay to me but there was some paperwork to sort through. As I sat there sorting through paperwork and bills I knocked over a box file, the contents spilled all over the floor.
"Fuck sake!" I cursed, as if I didn't have enough to do. I picked the paperwork up and started to put it back in the box file. I still don't know what made me look but our medical records were among the paperwork. Mine was pretty thin as I very rarely visited the family doctor, Lacey's wasn't that thick given she was only sixteen. Cheryl's had a lot of entries and out of curiosity I looked at it, the thing that caught my eye was she had a pregnancy terminated four years ago. That was news to me, I wasn't aware she was pregnant.
I took a second look and checked Lacey's records again, if she hadn't told me about a pregnancy I wondered what else she might be hiding from me. That was when I spotted it, a single letter threw my life upside down. Lacey's blood group was A+, both Cheryl and I were O+.
Not only had Cheryl hidden a pregnancy from me it appeared that I wasn't Lacey's biological father. I took out my phone and snapped pictures of the blood groups and the termination entry. I wasn't sure what I was going to do yet but I wanted the evidence all the same.
Cheryl arrived home a short while later moaning about the crowds at the shopping centre, it must have been bad as she didn't buy anything.
I spent the evening tidying up the spare room just to avoid my wife and daughter. I did mention to Cheryl that I wasn't happy with Lacey's attitude but she shot me down.
"She's sixteen Kevin, it's a phase they go through."
"That may as well be but I deserve a little respect from her, she talks to me like I am shit sometimes."
"Okay I will have a word with her later," Cheryl sighed. I knew she wouldn't say anything, it was as if Lacey was becoming a younger version of her mother.
Things around the house got so bad that I only spoke to them if I needed to. I don't know if Cheryl noticed my change in attitude, if so she never mentioned it. A few days later I needed some parts for a car I was working on, the local dealer had them but couldn't deliver for a few hours. I jumped in the company van to go and get them, on the way I passed my house and saw a strange car on the drive. I didn't know anyone who owned a nice shiny new Jaguar, as far as I was aware, Cheryl didn't either.
I parked the van and walked back to my house, I let myself Indoors quietly and listened for any noise. I heard what sounded like two people having sex, it was coming from upstairs. I crept up and saw some arsehole ploughing into Cheryl as she moaned with delight and encouraged him. After taking a few pictures on my phone I walked quietly back downstairs, I was heading for the door when I spotted the arseholes jacket on a chair.
I took out his wallet and found his driver's licence, it seems Mr Jason Turnbull lived a few miles away. I also found several credit cards and a blood donor appointment slip that revealed he was blood type A+. Immediately I thought of Lacey's blood group. I didn't know if this arsehole was her sperm donor but given the blood group I reckoned it was a fair bet. Replacing everything I left the house and went to get the car parts I needed.
My initial thought when I saw them fucking was to beat the shit out of the guy and toss them both out of the house. I realised that if Cheryl had given up on us as a couple, what was the point in fighting for her.
That night I went and checked out Jason Turnbull's house, his car wasn't there, but what I assumed was his wife's car certainly was. Turnbull arrived home and a very pretty and petite woman opened the door with a baby in her arms. I stopped off at the pub for a beer with my brother Terry, he knew there was something wrong and I spilled my guts to him.
"What the hell are you going to do Kev? If you are right that means Cheryl has been cheating on you for years."
"I know Terry and that's what has really hurt me, I thought we were good until just recently. Shows how fucking wrong I was! I'll make up my mind over the next few days and let you know what I decide to do."
Back at home I tried to act like nothing was wrong, Cheryl and Lacey didn't seem to notice me, in fact I wondered if they even cared to be honest. The following day at work I spoke to Alan, my boss. I explained the situation and said I might need some time off, depending on what I decided to do.
A couple of days later in my lunch break I drove past my house and Turnbull's car was parked outside, in that split second I knew what I was going to do. I told Alan I would be leaving as I was moving away. I didn't know exactly when but I would give him as much notice as I possibly could.
The following day Alan called me into the office, he explained that someone he knew up in Yorkshire was looking for a skilled body repair man. He offered to speak with the guy and see if we could arrange something to suit us all, thirty minutes later I was talking to John on the phone. He said he would take me on Alan's recommendation, all he needed to know was when I would be there.
"Ten days, if that's okay? I need to sort stuff out down here before I go."
"Ten days will be fine Kevin. I might even have somewhere for you to stay until you get sorted."
I thanked him and hung up the phone, I thanked Alan and returned to work.
Cheryl and I didn't have much money saved but as most of it was mine I was going to take it all regardless. The following Wednesday I quit work and thanked Alan for his help, with my tools in my Land Rover Discovery I headed for home. Tomorrow would be my last day there, Cheryl worked on a Thursday and that was when I planned to move out.
On Thursday I left for work as normal and waited for Cheryl and Lacey to leave the house, when they left I went inside and packed my clothes into a suitcase and holdall. My CD's and DVD's went into a box with all my other personal stuff, my personal paperwork and passport were already in a folder in the spare room. I did a final check before leaving an envelope for Cheryl, it contained the pictures of her and the arse hole fucking along with a note from me. I left my wedding ring with the note.
"I have left and I am not coming back!"
