Teabags & Tears

by Woods, Karen

  Closing the door behind her she looked at the tubes and slowly felt one to see if it was hot. Her fingers gently pressed on one and burnt her finger. Silly bastard she thought. She stood holding the two ropes from the ceiling as she squeezed her arse muscles together. This was exercise after all. The heat inside the cubicle was now taking effect and small droplets of sweat rolled from her brow. She was now fidgeting and stepped out of the sunbed to check the timer on the wall to see how long she had left. With four minutes remaining she stepped back inside and danced about as if she was stepping on hot coals. Phew it was hot! Once her time was up she jumped outside and wafted her hand in front of her face. Dragging her knickers down slightly Sandra checked her white bits. Sandra now sat down on the small wooden chair inside the cubicle for a minute. She felt sick and hung her head between her legs.

  Once all her nail station was clean, she said goodbye to John the manager. He was quite fit and if he hadn’t have been married, Sandra would have seriously thought about shagging the arse off him. So what, she thought, she was married too, but that didn’t matter anymore because her husband was an out and out bastard. Perhaps one day, she thought as she gazed at him from afar. Her mobile phone started ringing. Searching her bag she headed out of the shop.

  “Hello I’m just coming out of work now. Where are you?” It was Tina.

  Sandra had arranged to meet her back at her house. She was scared and the thought of following her husband tonight was starting to have an effect. “Right, see you soon. I’m just getting in the car now.” Sandra said goodbye and opened the door to her Black Corsa. Throwing her handbag on the passenger side she fastened her seat belt. Her hands looked shaky as she pulled off. She was that pre-occupied she didn’t even check her mirrors and nearly hit a passing car. “Oh for fuck’s sake pull ya self together girl” she moaned.

  Opening the front door to her house she could hear Tina shouting behind her. She turned her head and saw her friend jogging up slowly. Once they were both together they entered the house. Sandra shouted to see if anyone was home. No one answered.

  “Put the kettle on love. My mouth is like sandpaper” Tina laughed.

  Sandra filled the kettle up and stood with her back to it. “I’m shitting myself you know. What am I going to do if it’s true and he is with Tracy?”

  Tina shoved a cig in her mouth and slowly inhaled. “You don’t do anything. We’ll just sit quiet until we’re ready to make our next move.” Sandra now filled her in about what Maxine had said earlier. Tina knew Maxine and smiled. “Well she’s right love. What will you get if you go in all guns blazing? He will deny it all and make up some excuse. You know what Kevin’s like.”

  Sandra finished making the brews and started to talk about setting up a business of paying men back who had wronged their partners. Tina was excited. “Yeah I’m defo up for that!” she chuckled, “and if Maxine’s onboard I know it will be successful.” Tina leant back in her chair and twisted her hair round her fingers. “She’s a crank though, but I’m sure she has some great ideas. After all she’s been through loads with men in the past and I’ve heard some of the sick shit she’s done to them if they’ve fucked about with her.”

  Sandra looked as if she’d had a brainwave. As she passed Tina her drink she seated next to her and looked excited. “I’m shit hot on the internet as well. I could make a website, I’ve done one before so that’s not a problem. Ay, we could be like detectives.” She rubbed her palms together. Tina was laughing and spoke about some of the things they could do to pay cheating partners back. You could hear the front door opening and Sandra nudged Tina to be quiet.

  Kevin walked in like a cowboy strutting into a saloon. He stood at the kitchen door and scanned the area. Scratching his bollocks down the front of his tracksuit bottoms he smiled. “Don’t be making me any tea tonight, I’ve got to go and check the grow later so I’ll grab summat while I’m out.” Sandra couldn’t look him in the eye. She’d never been one for lying and spoke to the table as he pottered about the kitchen.

  “Fucking hell, when’s this grow gonna be ready. You’re always there. Surely it’s done soon?”

  Kevin walked to her side. She looked uneasy. “It’s ready when it’s ready. You won’t be saying that when the cash is here will you? We should get about ten grand when it’s done.” She huffed. Sandra never got fuck all from the weed he sold and was nearly telling him that, but remained quiet, she didn’t want to wind him up.

  The house where the weed was growing was his friend’s house. The bedrooms had plants in every room. She’d been there with him in the past and couldn’t believe all the equipment that you needed to grow Marijuana. “Right I’m getting a bath” he said casually. Sandra screwed her face up at Tina as he left her side. Once he was out of sight and his footsteps could be heard going up the stairs she snarled at Tina.

  “Washing his cock isn’t he, for our Tracy. I want to go up now and kick off!”

  Tina could see she was on the verge of breaking and grabbed her back. “Will you turn it in, stop tormenting yourself until you know for sure. As soon as he leaves tonight we’re onto him. So don’t spoil it.”

  Sandra gritted her teeth. She walked to the fridge and grabbed a Kit-Kat. “Do you want one Tina?” she held the biscuit up and showed it her. She declined. Sandra munched her biscuit at speed. “See what I mean, as soon as I’m upset I reach for food as comfort. I’ll be fucking eighty stone before this is all over!” They both chuckled. Whispering now filled the kitchen as they both plotted to capture Kevin and his mistress.

  Kevin said his goodbyes as Tina and Sandra watched the soaps on TV. Coronation Street was on and they both looked interested in it. They said goodbye to Kevin but kept their eyes on the screen. As soon as he was gone it was as if boiling water had been poured on the pair of them - they both jumped up and searched for the car keys. They knew where the grow house was and wanted to get there as soon as possible so they could see who went inside.

  They were soon in hot pursuit. At one point they were nearly behind Kevin in the traffic and feared he might have seen them. “Fucking pull over” Tina shouted. Sandra quickly pressed her brakes and turned off from the main road. Her face was red and she looked anxious. “Right get back on him, just head to the house and park over the road where he can’t see us.” Sandra was driving like a maniac and her mind was all over the place. Once she reached her destination she pulled the keys out from the ignition and dipped her body down into the driving seat. Tina now also hid as they watched Kevin going inside the house.

  Night-time was now falling and their vision was poor. Tina was sure she saw a car pulling up outside the house and forced Sandra to drive nearer so she could see properly. Once Sandra was closer to the house they both recognised the woman they saw stepping from the car. Sandra was livid and Tina had to drag her back as she tried to leave the car.

  “Sandra, leave her will you. She’ll get what’s coming to her don’t you worry.”

  Sandra wriggled from her grip. “Fuck off will you and get off me. She’s gonna get leathered now the fucking tart.” The two of them were now wrestling in the car.

  Tina looked over to the house and shouted. “Look he’s opening the door.” Holding Sandra in a grip, Tina felt her friend deflate as she saw Kevin kissing Tracy before she went inside the house. Sandra screamed and Tina held her in her arms feeling every inch of her pain. She was heartbroken.

  “She’s a dirty little bitch. He’s going to be sorry. The pair of them are!” Sandra was sobbing now and wanted to get away from the house because she knew if she stayed there a minute longer she would have gone over to the house and kicked the front door off its hinges. Placing the key back into the ignition her eyes were flooded with tears. Tina sighed. “Let’s go to Maxine’s, she’ll tell us what our next move is. Are you in the mood for it?”

  Sandra nodded. Her tears now turned into anger and her face looked like it was going to explode. “I fucking knew it. I don’t know why I never ran over to t
he house. I need to pay him back big time. Do you hear me big time? I want them both to feel pain. The pair of cheeky cunts.”

  Sandra phoned Maxine’s mobile and she told them she was in a nearby pub. The Queen’s was round the corner from where they were so they headed there to meet her. The pub was quiet and only a few punters were in. Maxine was sat with a local piss-head and told him she needed some privacy when she saw the girls walk in through the door. Maxine could tell something had happened by Sandra’s face. Tina went to the bar and Maxine pulled up a chair for Sandra to sit next to her.

  “What’s up love?” Maxine whispered.

  Sandra shook her head and took a while before she could speak. “I’ve just caught Kevin with his knock off.” Maxine sat nearer and wanted to know more.

  Once she’d told her the other woman was her sister, she gasped. “What a sneaky fucker she is. Orr... I bet you want to kill her don’t you?” Sandra held the tears back that had formed in her eyes. She was sick of crying and felt a relief that she wasn’t going crazy anymore. For years people had told her she was imagining things but now she’d seen it all with her own two eyes.

  The truth was out there now. Sandra was now on at Maxine. She needed help to hurt him and started to tell her about how and where she’d seen him with her sister. Sandra’s words made Maxine smile. She told her all about the weed he was growing and how it was nearly ready. Maxine rubbed her hands together and spoke. She even knew the man he was growing the weed for. He was a main head and someone not to be messed with. Maxine chuckled.

  “Oh, he is so going to be so gutted. Can you get the keys for the house where the weed is?” Sandra thought for a minute and told her she could get a key cut if needed but asked why. “Why?”, Maxine ranted. She pulled her arm closer and became giddy. “Because we’re going to have it away, that’s fucking why. I can organise it no worries. I just need a key. Plus you can earn yourself some decent cash.” Maxine burst out laughing. “He’s gonna be so gutted. Let’s hit him where it hurts.” Maxine patted the pocket on the back of her jeans. “In his fucking pocket.”

  Sandra hugged her and started to thank her. Maxine spoke in a soft voice. “Don’t you worry love, I told you I would help you. So let the games begin.” Tina smiled at Sandra. Her face now seemed calmed and the sadness was lifting. Malice filled her face and she grinned at her friends. Sandra sat with her arms folded. She was rocking as she spoke.

  “I want him and Tracy to pay. She isn’t getting away with it.” Tina now jumped into the conversation and she too had some evil plans for the pair of them. The three of them now sat chatting and before the night was over, Kevin’s downfall was planned.

  Sandra left her car at the pub. It wasn’t that far home anyway and they could walk. The midnight air hit her face and she felt sick. Swaying about in the car park, Tina held her friend up. Her words were slurred as she tried to stand.

  “I’m gutted Tina. I can’t believe the cunt is shagging my sister. I mean, I did know, but I suppose I didn’t want to face it, if you know what I mean.”

  Tina kissed her cheek. “He doesn’t deserve you. You have me now and I’ll never let you down. Best mates forever.” Sandra cried and snot was dribbling down her nose as she tried to wipe it on her sleeve. Tina’s mobile phone was ringing. Searching in her jacket she located it. She nudged Sandra in the waist and showed her the screen displaying Steven’s name. Tina had told Sandra that she’d been seeing Steven for a few weeks now and lately he couldn’t get enough of her.

  “Hello” Tina replied. She was now laughing loudly and she could be heard telling him she would meet him shortly. She told him to meet her on Rochdale Road near the junction. He knew where she meant and the phone call ended. Tina was giddy and she was laughing telling Sandra she was going to get a night of passion. Sandra was in no mood for anyone else’s happiness as she stood spewing her ring up near some garden wall while Tina was getting ready to leave.

  “Right, goodnight. Don’t you be worrying love. Keep your cool and we’ll sort this shit out tomorrow.” She pecked her on the cheek and Tina left her side.

  *

  Sandra pushed her key into the front door. She entered the house and could hear someone in the front room. With anger across her face she entered and saw her son John sat playing on the Play Station, shouting at the screen. “You German bastards get out of my way!” She couldn’t be arsed with him and made her way to bed.

  The bed felt as cold as her heart as she lay in it. She looked at the place where her husband usually slept. Clenching her fist she punched into his pillow. The photograph of them together now stared back at her from the bedside cabinet. It was as if he was laughing at her from the photograph. Gripping it from the side she launched the wooden frame at the wall. Splinters of wood now flew across the bedroom. Lying in bed she hugged herself tightly and tried to rid herself of the pain she felt inside. Even the thought of food now made her feel sick.

  Nothing could give her the comfort she needed. She was a broken woman.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  There he lay at the side of her, the dirty cunt. He was fast asleep and stank of stale beer. Her eyes now focused to the bedside cabinet at the side of him. She could see his car keys with the key to the grow house on them. Like a snake she slid from the bed and crept round to his bedside. Her hands were shaking as she picked up the bunch of keys. “Shut up fucking rattling” she thought as she held them tightly in her grip. Heading to the bathroom she hid the keys in her housecoat.

  The keys made her feel sick as she stared at them. They were connected to Kevin’s infidelity. Her face screwed up.

  “Bastard!”

  She knew she didn’t have long and shoved on the clothes she’d worn the night before. The place where she was going to have the key cut wasn’t far and she knew she could be there and back within ten minutes if she got a move on.

  Driving to the shop she gripped the keys tightly in her pocket. She looked at his car keys and a plan formed in her mind. She would get his car key cut as well, after all it was his pride and joy and she knew without it he would be devastated. She would keep the car key for a future revenge attack.

  The man in the cobblers wore long brown overalls. He looked like a pervert with thick lens glasses hanging from his nose. Sandra nearly started laughing when he spoke to her with a stutter. He was like Ronnie Barker from the TV show “Open all Hours.” She passed him the two keys and paced the shop waiting for him to cut them. Once he was done she quickly paid him and headed back to the car. She needed to get the keys back to Kevin’s side as soon as possible because if he thought for one minute she had them he would knock the living daylights out of her.

  Creeping back up the stairs, she held her breath. She was panting like a dog and her nerves had taken over. Slowly she opened the bedroom door and sneaked inside. She held the bunch of keys tightly and tried to place them down without making any noise. The fuckers were noisy and kept rattling. Placing them down on the side Kevin opened his eyes and looked straight at her. She looked worried. She had to think fast.

  “Where’s your lighter?” she asked him. His eyes closed again and he mumbled where it was. She quickly headed back to her side of the bed. The job was done and she felt happier now knowing the twat was getting what he deserved. She could feel his hand on her body. She cringed. He now spoke to her with a cocky tone.

  “Fancy a bit of slap and tickle?”

  His eyes were looking at her. He could tell she was ready to make an excuse and dived on her before she had chance to speak.

  “Get ya gums round my plums. Get ya smackers round my knackers” he giggled as he swung his hairy ball bag in her face. Sandra tried to raise a smile but she was struggling not to break.

  “I’m not in the mood” she moaned as she pushed him away from her. Looking into her eyes he punched Sandra in the waist. He was angry.

  “What again? You’re never in the fucking mood anymore. I don’t know why I even bother.” She ranted back at him. “Well don�
��t ask again then nob head. It’s not as if you’re some kind of ‘Love God’ or summit”

  His face changed and she looked scared. Kicking at her legs he let her have a piece of his mind. “It’s like shagging a wet lettuce anyway. I would rather have a wank. Go on fuck off out of here you fat cow.”

  Sandra struggled to get up from the bed. She feared he was going to beat the living daylights out of her. He’d done it before in the past when she’d refused him sex. As she stood up she was dying to let him have it, she didn’t care anymore and nearly let the cat of the bag. “Keep it quiet Sandra, don’t spoil it” she whispered under her breath. She walked slowly from the bedroom and you could tell she was still debating telling him what she knew.

  Mastering her anger, she got in the bathroom. Leaning against the cold wall in the bathroom she jerked her head forward and backward just enough so it touched the wall. Her eyes were filled with tears and she wanted to run back in and let him have it. Her son had a baseball bat in his bedroom and she knew it wouldn’t take long to go in and get it. Gripping her hands tightly she blew deeply and slowly to calm herself. Her mobile phone could be heard ringing. “Oh fucking hell it’s in the bedroom” she huffed. Taking a deep breath she opened the door. She could see the bedclothes raised in the middle with Kevin’s knees holding it up. The bastard was wanking. Quickly she walked to the side of the bed and grabbed the straps of her handbag dragging it towards her. She paused. She couldn’t resist it.

  “Hope you’re cock goes soft. You wanker” His head now appeared from under the sheets he looked hot. He snapped at her.

  “I wouldn’t have to toss myself off if you did your job would I? Go on fuck off out of here!”