Another short story project I gave myself, to step out of "funny fantasy" for a change, and challenge my ability. However, this was wrote years ago, so the quality is a tad lacking.
Outside was a sea of endless drizzle. It wasn't the kind of rain you'd like to see. It was that sort of rain that was likely to say, if it had a voice, "I'm just not in the mood, so sorry." A nice downpour would be perfect. Something that soaked you to the skin, driving cold chills into your bones. Something like that, or maybe hale. At any rate, the current weather was not helping Laura's mood. She would give anything to see a clap of thunder, or even some oppressive winds if it could be managed.
That was her thoughts at the moment. If stepping into the Laura Thought Centre, meant life or death, then it definitely meant death. Her eyes burned with rage as she sat there, arms crossed, staring out onto the city of Toronto. Young Street had never been so offensive to her before now. It was all his fault too.
That low life had never been so infuriating before today. Before he told her the Truth. Steve and her had practically shared wedding vows, it had been so long now. And then this pops up?
"Hun, I'm sorry..." Steve Bates attempted from behind her, near the doorway. Even though he couldn't see her eyes, he could feel the anger radiating from her tight bun of red hair.
She suddenly stood up. Feeling that if the weather couldn't thunderclap then she would. "Don't you 'Hun' me, you inconsiderate jerk!" Dark green eyes were seemingly fire red at the moment. And nothing, not even her mental thunderstorm, was going to put that blaze to rest. "How long has it been? How the hell could you do this?"
Steve felt like he was shrinking. It had been so great while it lasted, but... he hated this sort of thing. If it'd been up to him, Laura would never have found out. Though, he knew she would. She's Laura Bristol, after all. An investigative reporter. A vixen in the sack too. Yeah, never a dull moment when things went sexual with her. And that, sadly, was his problem.
One night at the bar had turned into a week. A week into a month, and before he knew it, he'd been cheating on her for two years. It became so damn addictive.
"I-" Steve tried, but faltered. He felt two inches tall and an idiot. But, he had tried to tell her, hadn't he? It was just that ever oppertunity he thought came forth, was suddenly snatched away by hot sex. There's no denying it, Steve fucked up. But, was he man, or mouse? "-I wanted to tell you..."
Mouse, he decided.
"Ohhh wanted to! Well that makes it alright! How long? How long have you been seeing that hussy?" Laura growled.
Man. "Don't call my wife a hussy!"
"WIFE?!"
OK... Mouse, a very, very stupid mouse.
"What the hell do you mean, 'Wife'?" Laura was advancing fast on Steve's shrinking figure.
"I-I-Look, it's ... Look..." he tried again, massaging his neck nervously. "...this is... Look..." Steve wrung his hands a couple of times, wishing that metaphorical cat would let go of his damn tongue. "...you see..."
"You've lied to me about having a wife?" It wasn't a question. The storm in Laura's brain had turned blizzard. She took a deep breath. "Get the fuck out. Get out, and don't say a word. I'm certain this 'Helen' chick will be saying the same to you too soon. Or, at least I hope she will." Laura crossed her arms and nodded expectantly at the door.
Steve left, tail between his legs, and meekly closed the door behind him. Women... he was so helpless against them. Sexually attracted to them, and sub-servant on top of that. It was a problem, he decided, and maybe he needed help. Or perhaps that was just an excuse to feel better about this.
Behind him, in the apartment, Laura secretly prayed for a downpour. Hoping it would make him very wet and maybe give him hypothermia. The dick deserved it.
This was unforgivable.
Rovella is a beautiful woman with a cold heart whom blames herself for an unfortunate old family secret that is literally ruining her life. This secret impedes a gorgeous woman from having happiness in her childhood, and throughout her life. Dark sec
Rovella is a beautiful woman with a cold heart whom blames herself for an unfortunate old family secret that is literally ruining her life. This secret impedes a gorgeous woman from having happiness in her childhood, and throughout her life. Dark sec
