Page 108 of Eternally Yours
How is that possible? How can he not know what he’s done?
“Baby, why are you screaming? Come back to bed,” a woman’s voice rings through the phone in the distance.
The pain instantly rushes back all at once. My breath catches, and I struggle to take more in. My eyes begin to water. My stomach feels queasy. My chest feels like it’s being ripped apart repeatedly.
I don’t want this. I need it to stop.
“What the—” Silas begins but is quickly cut off.
A shove is heard as Clay speaks harshly. “She’s still in your fucking bed!?”
I lose the battle against my stomach and start to puke once more, over myself and the side of the couch, barely making it to the edge to dump the remainder of its content. Aubrey jumps up right away and begins to rub my back up and down as I finish emptying my stomach on the floor.
In the background, I can hear Clay yelling at Silas. “I fucking told you, Sy! I told you a year ago what marriage was about. And not to do it if you weren’t going to commit to her. Why the hell didn’t you listen!? What the fuck was the point if you were just going to destroy her not even a year later!”
Clay pushes Silas against something. “I’ve never been so disappointed in you, and I fucking hope she leaves your ass. Because she deserves so much better than you!” Another shove is heard. “We’re done. You and me? We’re done. We may have to be teammates, but from this moment, that’sallwe are. You’re no longer my brother.”
“I didn’t fucking know! I didn’t know...” The man I thought would never hurt me yells back as Aubrey helps me stand and walks me up the stairs.
The last thing I hear is Silas screaming at the girl to get out of his room. But it doesn’t matter, it’s too late. The damage is already done, and I don’t know if it can ever be fixed...
SILAS
FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
What have I done? What the hell have I done!?
I rush back inside the room and pick up the woman’s discarded clothes, throwing them at her while she sits up in bed. “Get out,” I tell her and go to my suitcase, pulling on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. Then I head over to my phone, only to see that I have missed calls and texts from my wife, and a couple from my family, too.
I look back to the bed and see the girl isn’t moving.I’m losing my mind.I need her gone. I need to fix this.“What the fuck are you waiting for!? Get dressed and get the fuck out of my room!” I yell and yank at my hair.
I walk back and forth, then head into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. Placing my hands on the vanity and dropping my head between my shoulders,I start to dry heave.Oh, God! This can’t be happening. What the hell happened last night?
I go over the night in my head, my first beer with Clay, the shot. Then another beer and a shot... then another. From there, everything gets foggy. I remember laughing, dancing, cheering. More shots, then nothing.FUCK!
I splash some water on my face, but it doesn’t help make me feel better. I feel sick to my stomach.How could I have done this? I love my wife. I don’t want anyone else, so what happened?
I look up into the mirror and see red lipstick on my neck. Just the sight makes my stomach flip over, and I bend just in time to hurl into the toilet. When it finally stops, I jump in the shower, feeling disgusted with myself and needing to wash this nightmare off me.
I scrub my skin raw, turning it red with the burning water, then get out. When I exit the bathroom, the woman is nowhere in sight.Finally, she left.But not without leaving her number on the hotel’s notepad. I rip the sheet of paper off, ball it up, and throw it in the trash.
I sit on the end of the bed with my phone in hand just as a message from my mother comes in.
Mom
SILAS HAYES! What have you done!? I didn’t raise you like this.
Next is my father.
Dad
Son, whatever you did, fix it. Don’t ruin the best thing you have.
And then my brother.
Spencer
Bro... WTF?
