Monday, July 13, 2015

Till Lies Do Us Part - Chapter 2

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I had already been dreading this moment and I’d decided to stick to my first plan—lie to Vivian to get her away from the house then later on I would meet her somewhere and explain our current situation to her. But when Cynthia called out my name from our bedroom, I knew I was doomed!

“Whose voice was that?” Vivian asked, as she dropped her purse on the closest couch, making her way to my bedroom.

“It’s not what you think…” I followed her, explaining as much as I could.

“Oh, I think I know what’s going on.” she said in a matter of fact manner.

Just as Vivian was about to open the bedroom door, Cynthia beat her to it. She pushed the bedroom door close and stepped out so Vivian could take a good look at her. She had on my t-shirt—Vivian’s favorite t-shirt, she always wore it whenever she came over. Cynthia wasn’t making anything easier for me by the way she walked majestically into the living room area, leaving Vivian still stunned or rather hooked by the door. When Vivian found some composure, she joined Cynthia in the leaving room. Both of them glared hatefully at each other waiting for the other to speak first. Though quiet, their fury was louder than words itself.

“Victor, who is this?” Vivian finally broke the silence.

“Yes, who is she?” Cynthia repeated.

“Victor,” Vivian turned around and said in a cool and collect manner, “Is she the reason why you stood me up last night? Is this what you’ve been up to?” This was the most composed I’d ever seen Vivian but Cynthia, she wasn’t having it.

“Who is she?” she shouted. I was confused, who do I answer first?

“Cynthia, please go back to the room honey. I promise to explain when I’m through here.” I said, emphasizing honey to keep her calm.

“Oh you had better start talking now?” Vivian interrupted.

“So she’s the new woman right? How could you do this to me? Two years Victor! Did I mean nothing to you?” Cynthia yelled, beating on my chest as she cursed the day she first met me.

“Can someone just tell me what’s going on here?” Vivian shouted. Cynthia became calm and released my shirt.

“Answer her—who am I?” she replied.

“She’s my wife.” I said, giving Vivian the simplest and most straight forward answer I could think of.

“Your wife?” she whispered. “But your wife is dead.” She added.

“Yes,” I rushed to her side but she took a step back. “I thought so too but last night she showed up.” I knew I had hurt all the pride in her when she realized the real reason I stood her up.

“Just like that?” she asked, not satisfied with my explanation.

I knew Vivian wanted to fight me. Kick me, bite. Do every irrational thing she could think of but instead, she just stood there. Very still, staring at me, making me feel like the biggest asshole in the universe. She simply nodded. This utter quietness filled the room; we could almost hear each other’s thoughts. She moved to the door about to take her leave, unable to stand the silence. I couldn’t help it, I approached her, and I still wanted to explain things to her to save my own pride.

“Vivian you have to understand, this—”

“Oh I do.” She held her tears in.

“I never wanted to—”

“Victor I get it. Your wife is back, the woman who you truly love and I’m just your doctor. I have always been just your doctor. I’m so stupid for having thought you and I could become something else. I did this to myself, it wasn’t your fault. Your heart wasn’t mine to keep in the first place.” She titled her head down in humiliation.

“Vivian…” I wanted to tell her things—her words weren’t all true.

“We all have a role to play in this world and I’m glad I’ve done mine. Have a nice life victor.” She smiled wearily at me and my heart exploded. Vivian was a cool girl, I have never once seen her cry or yell or do anything crazy before. She tried being the composed doctor but I knew that deep down, her pride was hurting and it pained me that there was nothing I could do about it.

“So I guess this is it?” I asked foolishly. She nodded, not saying a thing. I have to admit, I liked her best when she was all garrulous.

“I’ll call you later.” I stated.

“Not in this house you won’t.” Vivian who we’d forgotten was still in the room spoke up. That should have been the first sign, when I was with Vivian, Cynthia was completely and never on my mind. She was still shaking and bouncing about, waiting for her turn to take a hit at me.

“Don’t bother.” Cynthia replied. I knew if I didn’t let her go soon enough she was going break down in tears. I just didn’t want her to go. There was no doubt that I had something for her but my wife—the mother of my child; Vivian just couldn’t take her place.

“Where are you going to?” Vivian asked, following me as I rushed into my bedroom after Cynthia left.

“I need time to think. Time away from everything.” I answered, forcing my shoes on my feet.

“Wait ooh, did I just hear you say time to think?” She laughed. “So two years wasn’t enough abi?”  I looked away.

“Victor if I have to yell one more time it would be me who leaves this house instead.” she said and quite frankly, I felt guilty because I preferred her suggestion. I rushed to my car. I took two deep breaths, trying to get myself together before I started the engine. After some few minutes, I was composed enough to head out. 

As I was about pulling out of the garage; I remembered I’d left my phone on top of the table next to my bed. I didn’t feel up to the task of going back into the house for part two of my wife’s yelling but I still needed my phone regardless. I carefully placed my key into my front door lock and opened. I headed straight to my bedroom. But upon getting to my bedroom door, I heard voices or one in particular.

“Don’t mind that mumu, he just left.” She giggled.

I was about to grab the door knob when the voice came again.

“You know I can’t come tonight… I just came back and moreover, I have to look after iffy.”

First, I thought I had left the TV on or maybe I was just imagining voices but the third one hit me right in my gut.

“She’s starting to look more like you, haven’t you noticed? I don’t want people to start talking.”

I had finally heard enough! With the last bit of sanity I had, I opened the door to find Cynthia sitting on the bed with the house phone almost hanging from her hands. Eyes wide opened, she stared at me and whispered, “Victor,”

I was this close to slapping my name out of her dirty mouth but I had to be rational about this and keep calm. She saw the fire in my eyes as I moved to snatch the phone from her hand.

“How… how long have you been standing by that door?” She stuttered.

“One… two… maybe three, but long enough!” I shouted, compelling her to look me in the eyes.

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Thank you guys for always reading,