FICTION: CAUGHT RED- HANDED

GENERATED USING MEATA AI

The storm that poured heavily that night was less, compared to the raging storm brewing inside of me.

I stood at the front door of our small apartment heavily soaked. Water dripped off of me down to the floor. I took out the keys in my hand bags, my hands shivered with each movement. Then I heard soft, little noises coming from the inside. No one was meant to be home. Then it changed into a loud chortle and laughter. I moved closer to the sound and listened intently and that was when I heard his voice. It sounded like George, my husband and that laughter no doubt, sounded like my best friend's, Regina.

I open the door and walked inside to see some clothes, shoes and accessories sprawled carelessly on the floor of the living room. They were obviously not mine. I could recognize my husband's clothing but not the red gown. Another woman was here. The clothes were thrown like a pathway. Some tossed to the couch, others thrown on the floor leading to the masters bedroom. I followed it. The smell of Reginas perfume filled the air. She was here. But why?

As I got closer to the Master bedroom I found my breath caught up in my throat. The door was ajar, lights turned on although I had turned them off before leaving this morning. I heard some voices. My throat constricted. I desperately wished it wasn't what I was thinking. My inquisitive side took over, pushing me up to the door until I stood at the door, face to face with them.

Regina had her arms around my husband. They laid on the bed, legs tangled up in one another. The sheets were over them, lost in their own bubble. They were unaware of my presence yet. George, my husband leaned in to kiss her. I couldn't believe my sight. My husband, and my best friend.

A gasp escaped mouth, followed by a strangled noise breaking through the silence. My eyes became a blur. My wrath taking over my actions. I forced my feet forward, announcing my presence.

They jumped off of one another in an instant, like people being shocked by electricity. Their faces were coated with fear. Their eyes wide like a thief who had just been caught. They struggled with the sheets, trying to hide the little innocence they had left, if at all there was any.

“Sofia” My husband began.

“Don't” I silenced him, cutting him off.

I watched as they scrambled around, searching for their clothing in a bid to cover themselves.

“Please don't stop on my account” I said with venom stepping fully into the room.

“Sofia, it is not what it looks like” Regina spoke, in between stammers . Her hands were shaking in fear.

“Not what it looks like?” I barked. I panted heavily. The betrayal cut deep into me.
“Because this looks exactly like what it is,” I shouted.

George moved carefully to me, holding his hands out like he was trying to catch a wounded animal

“Mistake?” I repeated unbelievably, “A mistake is you forgetting to take out the trash. This! This is a choice.”

He cringed a little, but still took another step closer. The anger I felt was so much, hot and uncontrollable. Before I knew it what was happening, my hands had coiled around the lamp on the dresser. I threw it with so much force towards them. It hit against the wall, breaking into several pieces.

But I hadn't had enough just yet.

Regina screamed in fear, holding the sheet tighter. “Sofie, please! I didn’t mean to.”

“You didn’t mean to?” I advanced on her, my voice breaking a little.. “You didn’t mean to hold me while I cried over him? To tell me to trust him while you were stealing him away?”

I looked down at her, seeing as crocodile tears rolled down her cheeks. But I wasn't even moved, not even touched. Her tears wasn't up to half the pain I was feeling. Grabbing the picture of the three of us that was placed on the nightstand, I flung it to the ground. Smashing it with my leg.

George held my hands in an attempt to stop me. But I shoved him back so hardly that he landed on his back on the bed. My chest ached painfully. “Was it worth it?” I demanded, I needed to know.

“Was betraying me worth this?” I asked again, my voice trembling a little.

They both looked at me like cowards, too ashamed to speak up or answer.

Apart from the sound of my heavy breathing the room became silent and none dared to speak up. I felt myself breaking apart. The adrenaline began wearing off, replaced only with pain. Tears threatened to roll off my eyes but I would never give them that satisfaction of watching me cry in their presence. I picked up what remained of me and stood up straight.

“You can have each other. Both of you. But know this! This family you’ve destroyed today, can never be rebuilt. Not in a thousand lifetime.”

I said finally spitting each word with so much hatred and walked out. George chased after me, begging to no end but I ignored him, walking past him, needing to be anywhere but here. The rain was still heavy, threatening to eat up any who stepped into it. But it was better than staying in that house filled with betrayal.

Finally, I let the tears flow down my eyes mingling with the rain. Betrayal wasn’t just pain. It was a deep hole, boring into my heart.

As I walked into the rain, I made myself a promise, I would rise back, no matter how long it took.