Sitting in the darkened room I await the arrival of my wife April. All the while knowing where she is, who she is with, and what they are doing. She's cheating on me with the man I called my best friend for the past 15 years, Jason Evers. They are currently at the Starlight Motel by exit 45 and by now he is balls deep into her while she is screaming, "Fuck me with that huge cock!"
He asks as he pistons in and out of her, "Who owns this pussy?" She tells him, "You do! You fuck me better than he ever could." The harder he fucks her the more disparaging she becomes. I know, I have the video from their last session. Her complete and totally degrading emasculation of me, much to my chagrin, and much to the delight of Jason.
I sip bourbon, neat, while sitting in my favorite chair. Now it's only a house, a mere shell of its former self. I shan't miss it for it lacks the warmth, love and care that once made it a home. The rhythmic tick tock tick tock of the wall clock, marking seconds that seem like hours. Sitting alone in the dark patiently waiting to unload the pent-up anger, frustration, and ire within.
Unmercifully, the seconds give way to hours. Unnerving betrayal and indescribable pain driving a stake through my heart piercing my forsaken soul. I'm now forever dead inside.
I take my last sip of Bulleit. I hold it in my mouth feeling the burn on my tongue before letting the last of the nectar, liquid gold, slide down giving my belly a nice warm glow. In fact, it's the only warmth I have felt in months.
Finally, I see the headlights illuminating the room as her car comes up the drive. I hear the door opening as the room fades back to the somber darkness. I set my glass down afraid I may hurl it in anger. I hear the car door shut and as she passes into the kitchen I hear "Mark? Where are you honey?" I remain sitting, quiet and still.
Suddenly the room is bathed in light and she enters curiously asking, "Honey why are you sitting in the dark? I'm sorry I had to work late again, have you eaten?"
