Page 10 of Kayden: The Past
“You’re my slut,” he said as he smacked her ass.
There are only two options in this moment. Option one involved screaming, making a scene, and beating the fuck out of him. Option two would be to wait for them and let them squirm when they realize they’ve been caught red-handed. Option two was the winner. I was too devastated to do anything else but drown my sorrow in a bottle of Jack. Fuck it! The damage was done. Bridget and I were over.
I should have picked up on the cues that I missed or overlooked because of the stressful nature of planning a wedding. She seemed distant at times, not as into sex, and was often out “shopping” for the big day. I didn’t pay attention, too wrapped up in the dream of what we were going to become instead of clutching what we were.
I left the door ajar and walked into the kitchen. I quietly opened the liquor cabinet, pulling out the bottle of Jack. I didn’t wait to get a glass. I popped the top and took a large gulp. I walked to the couch facing the hallway and waited. I sat there watching for the adulterer and her boy toy to make their grand entrance. I downed half the bottle before they emerged from the bedroom.
Bridget turned paler than I thought she ever could and came to a dead stop as he slammed into her back, causing her to lurch forward. I sat there with my leg over my knee, hand across the back of the couch, gripping the bottle of Jack and devoid of expression.
“K-Kayden,” she stuttered, adjusting her bra and panties. The rest of her clothes were still all over the house.
“Save it. Who the fuck is he?” I placed both feet on the floor and leaned forward on my elbows.
She looked at him, but I didn’t need an answer. Now that I was able to see his face, I knew exactly who he was. Jim or Tim, something bland and boring, worked for her father. He was an executive in his office and made large bank. “Lemme explain,” she said.
“Explain what? That you’re his slut?” I could almost feel my blood boil in my veins. I watched as he gathered his pants, dress shirt, and tie off the floor, and he headed to the door almost entirely naked. “I should have known you were a whore. I fucked you the first day I met you.” He stopped dead in his tracks.
“Shut your mouth, asshole. That’s not how you talk to a lady,” he said as he turned around.
“A lady? I thought she was your slut, just a fuck toy. She used to be just that to me, too.”
“Marshall, just go. Kayden and I need to work this out.” She pointed toward the door. Tom. I knew it was some short, boring-ass name that fit him to a tee.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay with him? Don’t let him talk to you that way. No one should talk to you that way, ever.”
“Go fuck yourself, Marshall. Get the fuck out.” I stood up, moving toward him. If he wouldn’t leave willingly, I’d gladly show him another way out.
Bridget jumped in front of me, placing her hand on my chest. I moved my body out of reach. I couldn’t stand the thought of her fingers that had just been touching his naked body now touching me. “No, Kayden don’t.” She looked hurt, but I didn’t buy the look on her face. “Just go, please, Marshall.”
He walked out the door without saying another word. I looked down at her, but she didn’t look like the girl I’d fallen in love with. She looked like a dirty whore, used up, not worthy of my love or my attention.
I backed away from her. My mind was cloudy from the liquor. “Why?” I asked. I didn’t know what else to say, and it didn’t matter what her answer was.
“I don’t know, Kayden. I’ve felt us slipping away.” Tears began to stream down her face, making my stomach turn. “I think I just got scared with the wedding coming up.”
“You’re going to blame it on the stress of the wedding? The wedding made you stick your ass in the air for any random cock? Don’t insult me.”
She walked toward me, and I backed away. I didn’t want her hands on me. “I’m sorry, I…” She placed her face in her hands and began to weep.
“Save the explanation. I can’t believe you threw us away, threw me away. I hope he’s worth it.” I set the bottle of Jack down, feeling deflated. Nothing I said or she begged mattered at this point. “At least your daddy will be happy, if he doesn’t already know.”
“Don’t go, Kayden. We can work this out.” Her mascara smeared on her face caused her to look aged. “Don’t walk out on me,” she pleaded.
“I’m not the one who left this relationship first, Bridget.” I grabbed my keys as she crumpled to the floor. She latched on to my leg as I touched the door handle. “Get off me.” I looked down at her, feeling nothing but disgust. She slowly removed her fingers, drawing out the ending of our relationship in her eyes. I turned the door handle and walked out into a new life—a blank slate, a fresh start that didn’t feel so full of possibilities but felt like a death. She was no longer the center of my universe, but instead the master of my destruction.
My breakup with Bridget left me raw and reeling. Life felt a little less sweet, and little things no longer brought me joy. I drowned my loss at the bottom of a bottle. How could you claim to love someone and want to spend the rest of your life with them but suck another man’s cock? I never looked back. Bridget called me, but I never answered the phone. I had nothing more to say to her. I needed to move forward with my life. I could never believe another word that came out of her mouth, and that’s no way to be in a relationship.
After a week of closing myself off from the world and tormenting myself with the pornographic replay of Bridget and the suit, my friends dragged me to a bar in Kent. I agreed to go only because it was a bar. I wanted to wash away all the images and events of the past year with booze.
I walked into the dank, smoky college bar with my buddies in tow around midnight, and my heart stopped in my chest… Literally. I couldn’t feel a beat, just a void. My eyes caught sight of Bridget across the room, sitting in the lap of some motherfucker, laughing like she didn’t have a care in the world. Her world didn’t shatter, only mine.
“Motherfucker,” I said, unable to take my eyes off her.
“What?” Ron said.
“The cheating whore is here.” I pointed across the room as Ron looked over.
“Fuck! I’m sorry, man. Want to go?”
