Broken Hearts

Chapter 20

Laying in bed, I was listening to the world. My window was open, but my curtains were drawn in keeping the sun away from me.

This is what my life has become.

I was a supportive and loving wife. I tried being a friend, and this failed. I have failed everything at this point. My marriage, friendships, and just life in general.

I think at this point I've won some pityy party points. After everything, I am here in a big ol' house alone, frightened, and questioning my very existence.

I hear a pair of squealing tires coming up the road. Instantly, my heart began to pump hard and fast in my chest. Anxiety taking over. Am I going to fight or run away?

I guess I am about to find out.

Just moments later, there was banging on my exterior door. The yells echoed around the outside of the house and made their way into my room. It was David.

I thought a moment about whether or not I was going to answer. Maybe I should call the cops now? Or was there even a point to any of this.

He continued to bang on the door. I was struggling with myself not to put my pillow over my ears and close my eyes.

I needed to listen to see if he got in the house.

Instead of responding to him, I just continued to lay there. Listening as his fists beat against the wood of the front door. I could hear him walk about the outside of the house several times, but everything was locked.

"Ashlyn!" He kept screaming.

Good God, this man. He has a whole other f*****g family, but he's here terrorizing me. He must have nothing better to do.

"I'm not leaving until we talk!" He yelled once he noticed my window open. He couldn't get up and into it, lucky.

Going to the window, I looked down on him.

"We don't have anything to talk about, now leave."

He was looking up at me with so much panic. Honestly, I don't care.

I crawled back into bed. The only reason I got out of bed was because I heard glass breaking.

Great, the ass hole broke something.

Getting up, I had no energy. I was wiped. I should have been scared, but I wasn't. If he was going to kill me, he could go right on ahead. I will gladly haunt his ass.

Going downstairs, I saw one of the sunroof windows shattered and on the floor. I sighed heavily. Why is it always my things that get broken?

Leaning against the door frame, I crossed my arms.

In my head, I was ironically counting, waiting for the security system to send an alert.

"I need to talk to you." David exclaimed.

"There's nothing to talk about."

"What did I do? Not give you enough attention? Give you enough money? What is it?"

I snickered. "No."

"Then what the f**k Ashlyn?" He was raking his fingers through his hair.

"I saw you. And I know everything."

He looked at me much more panicked.

"What are you talking about?" His voice was shaky.

"All.... of... it." I enunciated my words. He acted like he didn't know, but he knew. He knew damn well what the f**k I was talking about.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Oh, play, so he's gonna play dumb.

"Would you like me to write it down for you?"

He didn't say anything, just kept looking at me like he had no idea what I was talking about. I hate liars. #1 way to piss me off.

I wasn't going to make it so easy for him. He had to admit it out loud. He had to own his bull s**t.

Instead of saying anything, I stared at him. It was a psychology trick I had heard about. He would eventually get talking.

It worked. After a few minutes of intense silence, he finally started talking.

"I know you found out about the account in your maiden name. I know you're mad, but I was to keep it protected."

"And?"

"I know I've been working a lot, but I promise it will get easier."

"And?" I repeated.

"I know you deserve more attention and love. I will do better."

"And?"

My ability to remain calm was quickly going to the wind.

"And what?" He yelled.

I walked up to him and very calmly and quietly stated. "Care to tell me about your girlfriend? Or about your twin boys?"

His eyes went as big as saucers.

"Or maybe you sold the apartment and bought a whole house for them?"

He was speechless. I could see his mind moving quickly through his thoughts.

"I still love you."

That made me snap. I brought my hand back and punched him right in the face.

"That's a f*****g joke! You still love me? Oh yeah, you want your cake and eat it too? Jesus Christ! Who the f**k do you think I am? The b***h your married to for looks? Oh, how we love to tell our love story." I stopped and took a deep breath. "Our love story was built on a f*****g lie. Everything is a f*****g lie. You have destroyed everything we have built together!"

He looked at me, shocked. I got him good. I don't normally condone this kind of behavior from myself, but he had pushed it too far.

Suddenly, I was manically laughing.

"Get your sorry ass out of my house, or I swear to God, I will end your pathetic life."

I gave him a dangerous look. My sanity had snapped At this point I didn't give a f**k what was going to happen to me. The one thing I hated most in this world was lies. And here I am, living it. That made me stop. I looked back at David. He was just watching me.

"Just so the air is clean between us, Justin finger f****d me and it was 10 times better than any f*****g I got from you."

I turned around and walked off. I couldn't help but smile. I knew exactly what look he had on his face. That stupid deer in the headlights look.

I was going to go back to bed and deal with tomorrow when it gets here.