He frowned, a furrow building on his forehead, as he heard Shaughnessy screech on the other end of the phone. He almost had to hold the receiver away from his ear.
"I can't BELIEVE you!" she yelled. "I'm sooo sick of your bullshit!"
Jonah struggled to even get a word in. "Shawn, please. Listen to me!" Even he thought he was pleading too much.
He couldn't see her, but he could feel her skin burning on the other end.
"Oh, and what can you POSSIBLY tell me that's going to make me think you're not a lowly piece of shit? Huh, Jo?" she snapped at him, adding an extra sting when she said his name.
He was silent for a moment, "...I love you?"
He didn't even get to hear her laugh before she hung up. In a fit of rage, he threw the phone against the wall, sending paint chips floating into the air.
How could he have been so stupid?
Shaughnessy had trusted him so much and he fucked it all up by cheating on her with someone who couldn't even hold a candle to her. He had an affair on the girl he had been with for almost a year. He was stupid, all right. She was insecure about her body, so she never took off her clothes. She gave in to pleasing him, but she never got anything in return. One drunken night, his friends introduced him to a girl and he lost his will to resist.
But he knew how to get her back. He knew exactly how.
Jonah stood on the road, concealed by the darkness of the winter's early nights. He crossed his arms. His gaze was fixed on a figure in the second story window. The well defined hips curved out and into the waist. It was exaggerated by the curvaceous breasts they ultimately turned into. The shapely silhouette stretched and bent, and was eventually hidden by baggy clothes, and then darkness. She had turned out the light. He sighed and pulled a picture from his jacket pocket. It was of them, Shaughnessy and him. It was summer, and they were at his family's annual barbeque. His arm was wrapped around her shoulder as she leaned her chest into the side of his ribs. Jonah was almost a whole foot taller than her, standing around 5'11", while her frame only made her 5'1" at the most. He cradled her into his broad chest as she laced her soft arms around his stomach. The sun made her already light hair look like wheat in a beautiful pasture. Her eyes glowed at the person behind the camera. They were light blue, so blue that they almost looked like soft diamonds sparkling on her round face. Her cheeks were high and sculpted and naturally rosy. Her smile accentuated the fullness of her face and her lips were more ample than most girls'. She never wore make up. She was a natural beauty. And now she hated him.
Jonah carefully tucked the picture back into his pocket and walked around the side of the house. He had to be quiet. He reached the backyard and carefully walked up the stairs to the deck, where there was a view into the largest part of the house.
He stood in front of the dining room window and looked in. He knew this was the only window in the house that had no locks. Gingerly shimmying the screen off its hinges, he slid the glass along the track and looked into the dark and empty house.
Because of his stature, Jonah was easily able to crawl through the window without making a sound. He closed the window behind him and took off his jacket and shoes, hiding them in the corner of the dining room. Now all he had to do was find her.
He silently walked forward, towards the vast living room. He glanced to the right and noticed her bedroom door was closed. She had to be in there.
Trying not to rush and blow his cover, he walked through the hall, stood outside her bedroom door, and waited, leaning against the wall. Hours seemed to pass as he waited for her. His breathing became shallow and raspy, his heart pounded through his shirt, and his body shook with nerves. He glanced down and noticed his excitement was already getting to him. If she didn't come out soon, he was going in after her. Right at the moment where he couldn't wait any longer, the door knob turned. He inhaled sharply and glanced towards where he knew her face would be. The door creaked open and he saw those eyes. "You sure are a quiet one, aren't you?" he said, making a move for her.
Shaughnessy yelped and slammed the door. He was a step ahead of her, his hand already bracing it open. He smirked slightly as he pushed it open, seeing her standing in the middle of the room, looking like an innocent kitten. Her fear suddenly turned to rage. "Get the hell out of her, Jonah!"
He walked in and closed the door behind him, leaning on it and casually putting his hands into his pockets. She had no escape. "Why? We're still together, aren't we?"
She crossed her arms over her large bust, a disgusted sneer coming across her beautiful face. "Not if I can help it."
Jonah took his hands from his pockets and approached her. She instinctively took a step back. Her abrasive anger was the only part of her that ever had any sort of assertiveness. The rest of her was as shy, passive, and submissive.
"Now look here, baby girl..." he said, brushing his hair out of his eyes and he continued to slowly move towards her. "You and I both know what happened, and I know you have an assumption already formed as to why. I don't think there's anything I can say that will prove how terrible I actually feel. So I'll just show you."
She was now backed into the wall, only feet from him. Jonah took advantage of this and quickly reached for her hand. She had amazingly quick reflexes, but he already knew this and looped an arm as soon as she dodged him. He pulled her close, crushing her bodying into his; pelvis to pelvis, chest to chest.
