Our Loveless Marriage

Chapter 8: Drunk Calling

-Nathan-

My phone rang suddenly. Strange, I thought as I looked at it. I had not heard a word from Megan all the time I had been in Seattle, and then out of the blue, she was calling me. I was on my way out with my grandfather and brother to meet up with his old friend.

“Nathan?” Shane called.

I was about to hang up, when my grandfather asked, “Is it Megan calling?”

He had this stupid smile on his face, as if he already knew, and for a moment I wondered if he had asked her to call.

“Just a moment,” I said, putting on a fake smile.

I answered the phone, only for me to pull it away from my ear, hearing the loud music coming from it.

“Megan?” I asked.

My brother and grandfather told me they would wait for me outside, while I found a corner in the lobby, attempting to determine whether Megan was actually on the line or if it was just a butt dial.

“Megan?” I called again.

“Oh, finally!” I heard her slur. “He answers! I... *hiccup* was afraid he wouldn’t... *hiccup* answer.”

“Are you drunk?” I asked.

“Nooooo!”

“Megan, seriously, where are you?” I questioned.

I had to make sure she wasn’t ruining things by going out, getting drunk, and ending up making out with someone, creating some stupid headline.

“Megan!”

“Out!” she yelled. “Oh sh*t, wait... I will have another!”

“Another what?” I asked.

“These s*x on the Beach drinks are really good. Have you tried them? They don’t even taste like alcohol.”

“Why are you calling?” I asked. “Where the f*ck are you even?”

“Out.”

“Out where?”

“Just with friends,” she replied, and then I could just barely hear someone calling for her in the background.

She yelled back to someone, and I rolled my eyes, not knowing what the hell to think.

“Megan!” I snarled.

“Hey Meg! These guys want to go to this bar with them and get us free drinks,” I heard a woman shouting.

“What guys? Megan!” I called.

“Oh really?”

Even if she called me, it was like I wasn’t even there.

“Megan!” I growled into the phone, finally getting her attention.

“Oh, you’re still there,” she slurred.

“Who is it?” her friend inquired.

“My husband!”

“Oh, the asshole?”

“Yes.”

So, that was what I was known as. I rolled my eyes, not that it bothered me, but this conversation certainly did.

“How much have you had to drink?” I asked.

“Not much.”

“Shots!” I heard her friend yell in the background.

“Right,” I sighed, not believing a word.

“I have to go,” she said.

“Megan, you go home right now!”

“Noooo! It’s boring and I hate it! Besides, you are not here, so I can drink as much as I want to, and you can’t say a thing.”

“Then why the f*ck did you call me?” I asked.

“Why do you think? To tell you that I think you are cruel, and that I am having fun without you!”

“I thought you hated clubbing.”

“No, I said I don’t like you,” she told me. “And now I gotta go!”

“Megan! Go home. You hear me! We will talk about this behavior when I get back.”

“Screw you! I am getting free drinks because there is actually someone who appreciates the way I look!”

“Megan!” But she had already hung up. I groaned, irritated, removing the phone from my ear and then looking at it, as if I could somehow strangle her through it.

I took a deep breath and tried to collect myself. I knew I said I didn’t care what she did, and I really didn’t, but when she risked ruining everything for the both of us, I did care. She was going to be taught a lesson for this once I got back. No more going clubbing without me. I would make sure her friends or whoever was there with her, was going to be removed from her life. At least until we weren’t together anymore.

I put my phone away, trying to get my focus back on tonight, before I turned on my heel and walked outside where my grandfather and brother were waiting, talking beside the car.

“So, how’s the wife?” my grandfather asked with a smile as I got closer.

“Drunk.”

“What?” he asked, confused.

He saw Megan as an angel. She was this perfect little girl that he had always seen her as.

“She seemed to be out with friends,” I said, making sure it didn’t seem like she was at home getting drunk on her own.

“Oh,” my grandfather said, looking a little calmer, yet Shane seemed to be loving this.

“Let’s go,” I insisted, but my brother got in my way.

Sh*t, the look on his face. He is ready to strike, I thought.

“Aren’t you worried?” he asked. “Your wife, out in the city, while you’re miles away. I would be worried, and I certainly would be going straight home if she was drunk and alone.”

“She isn’t alone. She is with friends. It is good for her to spend some time with her friends,” I reminded him.

“Still, I'm surprised you can even focus on this meeting when the world is as dangerous as it is. I mean, you know a lot of women get drugged. I hear they're starting to inject them as well. How do you know her friends aren't as drunk as she, and won't be there to look after her?”

Okay, now I wanted to strangle my brother. He was doing exactly what he had waited for: ruining things for me.

“Shane is right,” my grandfather said. “And that girl has been through enough. I will arrange for you to go home and see her.”

Shane was smiling from ear to ear as my grandfather planned my trip home. I would retaliate though, but first, I had a wife who needed to be taught not to put me into such an embarrassing situation.