I started to feel dizzy. My vision blurred and my head started to pound. The music that was still playing was little more than background sound to the noise playing in my head. My stomach turned as nausea tried to get the better of me. I gathered myself, turned, and began slowly making my way up the stairs.
The amount of thoughts that went through my mind as I climbed the stairs astonished me. I was more than ready to confront whoever was in that bedroom with my fiancé.
Funnily enough, there was still part of my brain that was trying to convince me that there might still be an innocent explanation to everything. I kept telling myself that I couldn’t be completely sure until I got upstairs and found out for myself. Seven years of happiness was about to be destroyed.
2
When I reached the top of the stairs, I could see that the door at the end of the hall as closed. My bedroom door. The door that Steve always insisted we have open. I never understood that, but he insisted he couldn’t sleep with it closed. There was only one time when he wanted it to be closed and that’s when we were having sex.
There I was, slowly creeping down the hallway, staring at the closed door with a million thoughts going through my head. I’m sure they were having a blast inside, completely oblivious to the fact that I was standing right outside, ready to watch their little fun come crashing down.
Although they didn’t know I was there, I had a clear picture in my head of what was going on in the room. I was torn between whether I should slowly push open the bedroom door or slam through it and make my own grand entrance. After a bit of thought, I decided to go with option number two.
I took a deep breath, steadied myself, and tried to get prepared for an image I never wanted to see. An image that I was sure was going to be etched inside my mind forever. An image that I was sure I’d see in my nightmares for the rest of my life. Once I was mentally prepared, I turned the knob and slammed the door open as hard as I could.
There they were, right in the middle of the bed where I laid my head to sleep at night. Some skinny bitch with the tiniest bee sting tits I’ve ever seen was straddling my Steve, her hips moving back and forth as she rode him.
Even though I’d slammed the door open, neither of them realized I was there. They were so caught up in what they were doing, that they were both oblivious. Since I’d gotten sidetracked, I’d also never been able to turn off the music downstairs, so that surely drowned out the door.
Steve had his eyes closed or he would have had a clear view of the look I was giving him. If looks could kill, he would have been a dead man. As a matter of fact, they both would have been goners.
I wasn’t sure what I should do. A large part of me wanted to turn, walk out of the room, and close the door behind me as quietly as I could. I knew that if I did that, I would have eventually regretted my decision. This was something that couldn’t wait. It needed to be addressed right then and there.
Standing at the door, I kept thinking about how pathetic Steve looked lying there. His mouth was hanging wide open, completing his stupid sex face. I never realized just how stupid he looked having sex. I guess that’s the difference between being a participant in the heat of the moment and a spectator watching every detail unfold in front of your eyes.
The girl on top of him was very vocal. She was saying all the right things that Steve liked to hear, which let me know that this wasn’t the first time the two of them had been together.
“Fuck yes, Steve! Fuck me baby! Go on, do me! Give it to me! Harder!” she screamed as he started thrusting his hips upward into her.
Hearing her scream all of his favorite things was too much for me to handle. I’d had enough! I stormed over to my side of the bed. The girl noticed me right before I got my hands on her, getting her off the top of my man with one solid push.
I pushed her so hard that she actually missed the mattress and landed with a hard thud on the floor. The only things I could see were her arms and legs flailing about. The visual made me smile.
“Oh fuck,” was all Steve could come up with once his cock flopped out of her pussy and he opened his eyes to see what the hell was going on.
“Oh fuck? That’s all you have to say to me?” I replied, but he just looked down at the mattress, completely speechless. It was probably better for him at the moment anyway. It wasn’t like he was going to be able to explain away what had happened.
As I was glaring at him, trying to will him to at least look at me, the skinny bitch darted past me and into the hallway. Since her clothes were down in the living room, her only hope of getting them and not being thrown out on her naked ass was to run past me.
I had a split second to decide what I wanted to do. I could either stand there and lay into Steve or I could chase the cunt down the stairs and throw her out the way she deserved. I decided that kicking her out was the right thing to do, so I ran behind her and chased her down the stairs.
The bitch was fast. By the time I made it down the stairs, she was flying past me again. She managed to grab her dress, leaving everything else behind. I think she knew that if she even took the time to get the rest of her things, she was going to be in for a world of hurt.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I yelled at her. “You’re okay with being a home wrecker, but you want to run when confronted? What kind of bitch shit is that?”
I had no idea whether or not she could even hear me with that horrible music still pumping through the house. If I thought I hated hip hop before, I suddenly had a vile disdain for it.
Finally in front of her, I felt like I had her covered. This bitch was mine! I lunged at her, but she spun on her heels and escaped my grasp. She made it to the front door, completely naked and her dress in her hand, and took off like a mad woman, running through my front yard and down the street, which I was assuming was where her car was parked.
There was an old man walking his dog in our otherwise quiet neighborhood. He stopped and watched as this completely nude woman ran past him with a look of panic on his face. When he looked up at me, I just waved. He smiled and shook his head. At least she was able to make someone happy that day.
Now that the woman was out of my house, I decided I was going to let her go. It wasn’t worth it to chase her. In the grand scheme of things, it really wasn’t her fault. It was the bastard’s upstairs in the bedroom.
Who knows what Steve told that girl. She may have thought that he was a bachelor. She may have thought that the two of them were beginning some sort of real relationship. Who knows what line of bullshit he may have fed to her. The only thing I knew for sure was that it was time to confront him.
When I got back upstairs, Steve was pulling his pants. I wanted to lay into him, but the nonchalant way he was acting pissed me off.
“You know,” he started to speak.
“Don’t. I came up here to confront you, but I don’t even want to hear a fucking word that you have to say,” I interrupted, cutting him off before he could say another word.
What I said was true. I legitimately didn’t want to hear anything that was about to come out of his mouth. I could tell what he was going to say just by looking at his body language.
He was either going to say that she meant nothing to him or that it wasn’t what it looked like. I couldn’t handle him telling me that it wasn’t what it looked like. What the hell else could it have possibly fucking been?
“You know what?” I said. “I can’t do this right now. I’m fucking leaving!”
“What? Where are you going? We need to talk about this?”
“How about you call your little slut and talk to her. Or is she only good when you need to get your dick hard?”
“Sara, wait a minute,” he pleaded.
I grabbed some clothes and threw them in my gym bag, ignoring his continuous protests. I had no idea where I was going to go, but I wasn’t going to sleep in that house. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him. Anywhere would do. I just needed to get away and fast. I took
off out the front door, threw my bag into my car and drove off.
3
I backed out of my driveway like a bat out of hell, my tires squealing and all. Steve must have loved that since he was always worried about what the neighbors thought of us. I wondered what they thought about that horrible music blasting out of the house.
Driving past the old man who was still leisurely walking his dogs, I honked me horn and was met with a smile and a wave. I found it ironic that while my dad had turned to shit, he was having a day that he’d tell others about for the rest of his days. How often does a naked woman come running down the street right past you?
I didn’t know where I was going, but I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my chest as soon as I turned out of our subdivision and headed towards the highway. My destination didn’t matter, as long as it was far away from that house.
After some thinking and soul searching, I decided to give my sister a call. I hadn’t seen her for a while and had never seen her new house. I’d been so busy with Steve and trying to advance my career, that I’d neglected the people that really mattered, such as my own family. I pulled over, mustered up the nerve, and dialed the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey sis, it’s Sara. How are you today?”
“Oh, hey you!” she replied, excited to hear from me. “I’m doing well. How are you?”
“Unfortunately, I’m not doing so good. I know you’ve been on us to come see your place, so I was wondering if this was good time to visit.”
“Sure, it’s as good a time as any. When are you guys thinking of coming?”
“Does right now work for you?”
“Oh, right now? Sure, that works for me!”
“Good, I’ll see you this evening then. Oh, and it’s not you guys. It’s just me.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. Does Steve have to work?”
“No, nothing like that. I’ll explain all about it when I get there. Do you think it would be okay for me to stay with you for a little while?”
“Oh no,” she said, her voice turned to a worrisome tone. “I hope everything is all right. Sure, you can stay as long as you’d like. Do you want me to give you directions?”
“No, if you wouldn’t mind texting me the address, that would be great. I can just plug it into the GPS in the car. Thank you so much! I’ll see you tonight. Love you!”
“No problem, I’ll send it right over. Love you too! See you tonight.”
I hung up the phone and for the first time that day, the tears started falling. I was surprised it took so long, but I was too busy being pissed off at Steve to realize how hurt I actually was. I gave myself a pep talk and told myself I was only allowed to cry until the text message with the address came through, and surprisingly, when the alert dinged on my phone, I felt myself begin to calm down.
After entering her address into my GPS system, I jumped onto the highway. Once again, the thoughts of Steve filled my mind and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face once again. I’m sure I looked ridiculous to anyone passing by, but I didn’t care. I cried and cried, the tears not stopping until I needed gas almost two hours later.
The further I could get away from home, the better it would be. There were so many memories everywhere I looked. I relived many good times with him. I remembered all the years when he’d take me to the county fair and we’d play games and ride rides like we were big kids. I thought about when we were searching for the perfect house and when we found it, we both looked at each other and knew before we even went inside. I even thought about little dates he took me to when we would go to the movies or do karaoke.
Of course, not all of our times were good. Over the years, we had plenty of fights, but what couple doesn’t? The only thing I’d really been unhappy with was our sex life, and that was only in the past year or so. Of course, at the time, I had no idea why our sex life had changed so dramatically. It was all crystal clear at that point, though.
I filled up my gas tank, grabbed a soda and stocked up on tissues because I had a feeling I was going to be needing them many times over the next several days.
My sister lived in Farmington, Utah. I’d never been to Utah and even though the circumstances weren’t the best, I was excited to be able to visit. About an hour after I filled up my fas tank, my GPS announced that I was still a little more than four hours from her house.
It was beginning to get late and I’d been watching the temperature gauge in my SUV beginning to move upward. I hoped that it was just something wrong with the gauge itself, but I knew better.
If there was one thing Steve was good at, it was working on cars. For weeks he had been warning me about the faint knocking noise that was coming from under the hood. Instead of telling him when the knocking got worse, I dealt with it by turning the radio up louder to drown out the noise.
My mistake was realized when that knocking suddenly turned into a loud banging and my dashboard lit up like a Christmas tree. That was the last thing I needed and I was getting angry. I should have been angry at myself, but at that moment, I was pissed off at Steve because had it not been for him and his little fuck buddy, I wouldn’t be in the middle of a road trip.
I pulled into the slow lane as the top speed my vehicle would go was about 15 miles per hour and there was a steady stream of smoke coming from under the hood.
There was no shoulder on the highway and I felt like I was in the middle of nowhere. Pulling over didn’t seem like much of an option. In the distance ahead, there was a sign that said a town called Prescott was coming up. Unfortunately, it was still ten miles away.
I had my doubts that my car would last another ten-seconds, let alone ten miles. At the speed I was going, that would take me about 45 minutes. I didn’t think I had any chance to make it, but what other choice did I really have? I had to push it with all I had.
Close to an hour later, I limped my vehicle off the highway and onto a dark road with no street lights or buildings of any sort. I’d made it to Prescott, but was there anything actually there? Was I about to be stranded in the middle of nowhere?
The banging had gotten louder and it was becoming hard to see through the smoke to drive. It was even starting to come inside, which was causing me to cough and gag.
I was so grateful when I finally saw another sign that told me the Desert Motel and Bar was just one mile ahead of me. If I could just make it there, I’d be okay, at least for the night.
4
As soon as I turned the wheel to make a right turn into the parking lot of the Desert Motel, there was one more loud bang and the engine died completely.
Fortunately, the motel was dead and there were only two vehicles in the entire parking lot. I was able to maneuver my car into a parking spot, even though it was difficult without the assistance of power steering.
I rested my head on my steering wheel and was tempted to scream at the top of my lungs. The day just kept getting worse and worse and there was no end in sight. I’d planned on sleeping at my sisters house that night, but instead, I was going to be stuck in the middle of nowhere.
There was no use in dwelling over it because there was nothing I could do to change the situation, at least not right at that moment. The only thing I could do was grab my bag from the bag seat and walked inside.
The Desert Motel and Bar had definitely seen better days. It had a musty smell, was desperately in need of several fresh coats of paint, and just looked run down in general. The carpet was old and matted, looking as though it hadn’t been cleaned since Reagan was in the White House.
Even though it was not the nicest place and definitely not somewhere I would have stayed under normal circumstances, it might as well have been the Hilton on that night because it was literally the only place around.
The reception area consisted of one small counter, which was completely unmanned at the moment, and a door to my left with a hand painted sign that sign ‘Guests Only.’ Judging by my surroundings, I could only assume tha
t this was the type of hotel that would rent cheap rooms by the hour if that’s what you were looking for.
“Hello?” I yelled out, hoping that whoever was manning the front desk would pop up and help me
Another door, which had been badly damaged and never repaired, had the word ‘Restrooms’ painted on it in white. The only door to my right was being held open by an old paint bucket and contained the only signs of life in the building.
There were two men looking up at an older television hanging on the wall while nursing a beer and eating from bowls of peanuts sitting at the bar. The thought of how long they must have sitting out or how many hands had been in those bowls made my stomach turn.
Behind the bar was a girl who would have been surprisingly pretty to be working in a place like that had it not been for the fact that she was wearing too much makeup. I wasn’t small chested by any means, but she had amazing cleavage that left me a bit jealous.
Figuring that nobody was going to come help me any time soon, I went through the doors and walked about halfway to the bar.
“Hello?” I said once again.
All three sets of eyes turned and were trained on me as I made my way up to them.
“How can I help you?” the bartender asked.
“Hi there. My car started acting up on the highway and I managed to make it to your parking lot before it died completely.”
“Oh hell honey, that’s not good at all. I could take a look for ya, but I doubt I’d have whatever you’d need to fix it,” one of the men told me. “This here’s a small town and everything but this motel and car closes at 5:00. Unless you got someone you can call to come pick you up, you’re gonna have to stay here tonight.”
“If you can wait until morning, I can give Ed a call and he can come get you towed to his shop. He’ll have you up and running in no time,” the other man spoke up.
I wasn’t sure who Ed was, but judging from the way the man was speaking, he was the one and only auto mechanic in Prescott.
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