Hungry Heart: Part Two
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Not wanting to deny myself or him the pleasure we feel when we’re touching each other, my mouth opens under the pressure from his, and his tongue invades my mouth like I’m sure he wants to invade my pussy with his cock. His body presses into mine and a small jerk of his hips has mine hitting the door, but that isn’t what makes me still and push on Benedict’s shoulder.
It’s the shout of a woman’s voice I don’t recognize coming from upstairs.
Benedict pushes off without a word and ducking under his arm, I take off down the hall until I reach the stairs and pause as Nathan replies, his words muffled.
“Stop,” Benedict whisper as he comes up beside me. “Let’s try to hear what they’re saying before you run up there.”
I’m angry at the idea Nathan lied to me, but more confused at why he’d find it necessary. “If he wanted to be alone with someone, why didn’t he just say so? Why tell me he was going to bed?”
“I dunno,” he hisses, snatching my hand with his while using his other to grip my jaw and make me look at him. “Calm down. I didn’t see a car other than his and yours outside. Maybe somebody showed up?”
I rip my hand from his to throw my arms up in the air in a frustrated gesture. “At nearly one a.m.? Who just shows up unannounced that late unless—”
A loud crash from Nathan’s bedroom makes us both jump, and we both stare at each other wide-eyed. I’m the first to react, taking the steps two at a time while Benedict trails behind me, and once we’re both at the top of the steps, we walk as quietly as possible toward the bedroom. I’m glad for the soft carpet beneath my feet making it so no footsteps can be heard but it doesn’t help the roiling of my stomach as we inch closer.
Benedict pulls out his phone and swipes across the screen under the dialer pops up. We’re halfway down the hall when I stop because the woman’s voice starts up again, and it’s clear I don’t know this woman, but I listen as they fight back and forth because I have no idea what’s going on in the slightest.
“Why are you mad at me? You’re the lying sack of fucking shit here!”
“I didn’t lie! How many times do I have to tell you that?”
“No? What the hell are you doing living in this house? With that woman?”
“I told you, Rox—”
“I don’t fucking care for your excuses! Start explaining yourself now, or I’ll shoot you. I fucking swear I will!”
“Baby, please, you know it’s complicated—”
His term of endearment for me, directed at her, rips into my heart. Even in all the time he dated Rissa, I’ve never heard him call anyone baby except me.
Yet it’s clear the woman doesn’t care what he calls her. She’s getting more hysterical by the moment as her voice continues to rise, and I wonder who she is, whether she really has a gun aimed at Nathan, and how they are connected. “No it’s not, not fucking complicated at all. I followed you here from the airport because I knew you were full of bullshit. You’re just pissed I found you; I told you I would, didn’t I? And so did my daddy. How dare you fucking leave me behind without even saying goodbye!”
Benedict touches my arm and when I look up at him, he puts a finger to his mouth to indicate I should stay quiet and lifts his phone in the air. Taking a step back and then another, he disappears until I can barely see him around the corner and I realize he’s calling the police.
For a brief moment I consider if I should just leave. It’s obvious Nathan hadn’t wanted me here, and maybe this is why. Maybe he knew this crazy person was going to show up and he hadn’t wanted me around it. But now I’m worried about him. How does he know her? Why did she say he left her behind? If she followed him from the airport, had she seen him with me? It’s clear she knows about me and Rissa so he must’ve told her? And most of all, if he’s in trouble and has been, why wouldn’t he tell me?
Hearing the faintest sound of Benedict talking into the phone, I step closer to the door to listen once more to their arguing, more confused than I’ve ever been. But it’s not long before she answers at least one of my questions.
“You said you were working, trying to keep us safe, but you were here, fucking two other women! How can you think I’ll ever trust you again?” He mutters something I can’t hear and she laughs with clear disbelief. “You’ve been gone four fucking years and when you finally come home it’s to tell me you want a divorce! After all we’ve been through? After all I’ve done for you…”
I don’t know what she says after that because I back away from the door, horror at realizing Nathan’s lied to me all this time spreading through my whole body. Questions fly through my mind so fast I’m not even sure what I’m thinking and they mix with the feelings of betrayal and confusion and anger. I don’t understand what I just heard, it doesn’t mesh with the life I’ve had with Nathan, with our relationship.
Two minutes. Five. In reality, I don’t know how much time passes, but when the sound of sirens finally registers in my ears, the question of whether or not she actually has a gun is answered.
One shot is fired, followed quickly by another.
My mouth drops open, but I don’t know whether I scream or not, my whole world in a blur as I fall to my knees. Did she shoot him? Was she going to come shoot me if she heard me scream? I don’t even care. At this point, I wish she would because the pain couldn’t possibly be any worse.
And when a third shot is fired a few seconds after the first two, I feel Benedict lift me off the floor and start to carry me away as tears stream down my face. But I don’t want to go. I want to see if Nathan is okay and I start kicking my legs, screaming, “Let me go! I have to see if he’s okay!”
“Goddamnit, calm down Caroline! The cops are here. Let them come up and make sure it’s safe.” He keeps walking, keeping me secure even as I stop fighting him, and heads down the steps.
“She shot him. Oh god, she had to have shot him. She said she was his wife.”
He finally sets me down after carrying me outside and pulls me against him.“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. You shouldn’t’ve heard that. You don’t know if anything she said is true.”
“I don’t…I don’t understand—”
The next little while is hazy as the police arrive, shock taking hold of me and refusing to let go, but when the police come back down and shake their head at both of us, the look on Benedict’s face is all I see.
A look that tells me the love of my life is dead, as is the woman who murdered him.
And with that, my entire life changes.
To Be Continued…
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