Broken Hearts

Chapter 10

After dinner, David went up and got comfortable in his recliner in the living room. Turning on the radio, he listened to the oldies that played. This is more familiar to me. My house was feeling like home again. This had been David's ritual from the beginning. He listened to his music and enjoyed each song that came on. It brought him peace.

I sat in my chair and looked over a book I had been meaning to read. It was a good one. "The diary of Ellen Rimbauer." It had been on sale at the library, and I couldn't resist. It called to me. I could tell it was a spooky story, which is my favorite.

Getting a few chapters in, David came over and offered me his hand. The song playing on the radio had the perfect tempo and made one want to dance.

Taking his hand, we danced. He twirled me around and drew me close. This, this is what made me fall in love with him.

We were both breathing hard and starting to sweat 3 songs later. I had the grandest of smiles on my face. Things like this gave me hope that we were going to make it. David still loves me.

All of my fears and frustrations seemed so far away now. In this moment, we were the two young kids that everyone told us we weren't never going to make it.

After sitting for a moment to catch our breath, we headed up towards our rooms. I wanted to ask David if I could be with him tonight, but I was petrified of ruining the moment.

He entered his door, and I just stood at the doorway, waiting...hoping. Going over to his bed, he plopped down. I hated that we had separate bedrooms, but it was actually my idea. It was depressing when I got used to sleeping in the same bed, and then we would be apart for days.It was easier with me having my own room and space. The only time that became a problem was when I was ovulating and trying to conceive.

He was lying with his back on the bed and was looking up at the ceiling.

Instead of ruining the moment with heartbreak, I gently stated. "I am headed to bed, honey. I love you."

"Do you want to stay with me?" David asked. Sitting up quickly.

I smiled at him. "Let me go change."

On my way to my room, I nearly skipped, but that would have made a ruckus. Justin was most likely in bed or getting ready. It's rude to disrupt others, even in your own house.

Nearly falling over as I changed in a hurry, I made my way back to David's room.

When I arrived, his door was shut. I gently tapped my nuckles on the sold wooden door.

"Come in," David's deep voice whispered out.

Entering, I found the room pitch black. Waiting a moment, I let my eyes acclimate to the darkness. I could see David's form laying in the bed.

Crawling under the sheets, I found his didn't have any clothes on. Our lips crashed together. It was chaos. David was desperate. He touched my legs, hips, neck. He tangled his fingers into my hair, illiciting a moan from me.

I grinded my hips as my body warmed up. Having me crawl on top of him, I slid his member into my wet core. I moved my hips back and forth. Feeling him deep inside me. His member pushing against my walls.

He moaned aloud at my increased tempo. I was getting warmed up when I felt David tense beneath me. I tried to continue to grind, but he grabbed onto my hips, keeping me still.

I waited for him to release me. A minute or so later, he did. I started to move on him again, as I was nowhere near my climax.

That is when my night ended it imberassment, frustration, and full-blown heartache.

"I'm done now. I need to sleep."

David's voice wasn't totally cold, but it wasn't welcoming either. His words hit me hard. Never in all our years had he dismissed me in bed. Going to his bathroom, I cleaned up before crawling back into bed. Honestly, I felt dumb. I was so shocked that I didn't know what to say or do. I didn't have it in me to be angry, I was too busy processing what had just happened.

Laying on my side, I kept my face hidden from him. I didn't want him to see the tears that were streaming down my face. I felt so used and thrown away.

I calmed myself before falling asleep.

"Be thankful, Ashlyn," was all I kept telling myself.

David was softly snoring behind me. Closing my eyes, I let my heartbreak go and welcomed the numbness of sleep.

All throughout my dreams, I kept finding Justin's eyes looking at me. They were everywhere.

Waking in the morning, I felt the emptiness of the bed behind me. I hadn't set an alarm the night before. It was 6:05AM. Slowly getting up, I went and stood at the window. My depression was knocking on the door, just waiting to be let in.

Seeing that David's car was already gone, I headed back to my own room, careul to avoid being seen by Justin or Mrs. Murray. I felt horrible. Used and discarded. And deep down, I was absolutely furious. This was too much this time. David doesn't get to have his fun and then do away with me. I'm not some wh.ore. I am his bloody wife.

Showering, I took my time. Washing my hair, shaving my body, and then washing it all away with my favorite lavender body soap.

By the time I got out of the bathroom, I had flushed all of my negative feelings down the drain. Coming up with any and every excuse possible to convince myself that there was a reason for tonight.

The worst part of all this was that I wouldn't get the opportunity to confront David about his behavior until he got back. Knowing me, I'm going to treat it like it was no big deal. I had to.

My other option was to tell David he didn't please me, which would hurt his feelings.

No, I was going to go about my business on the matter.