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GothLoliKitty

7:10 A.M.
Snatched note on table without reading and shoved into my purse. Drove home angry. Showered and dressed for work. Called Dad to tell him I'd pick Ollie right up when I was finished. Said I was sorry. He hung up.

8:00 A.M.
Started cleaning. The owner of the house's wife remembered me from the cheer squad in high school. I forced a smile, wished for death. Lied through my teeth. "Oh, this is just a part-time job to make a little extra cash. I work in real estate. You know how times are tough for buying and selling homes right now." Grinned so much my cheeks hurt. Fuck my life.

She invited me to her baby shower the next week, Wednesday. Gave me her number. Made sure I promised to come. I said I'd try. Threw the paper away when I left. I wanted no part of it. I wasn't in their tight little group anymore. I backed out the day Bret got married and never turned back.

10:00 A.M.
On to the next house.

5:30 P.M.
Finished late. Picked up Oliver, Dad wasn't thrilled. "Call your sister next time! maybe she'll get off her lazy, drunk ass to help you!" he called after me when I was walking with Ollie to the car. "Will do, father." Won't do. She was never sober enough. Not to take care of my child. Never.

6:00 P.M.
Fed Ollie and let him watch cartoons in the living room. I could hear the Spongebob repeats as I dialed the number into the phone. Her number. My sister. I didn't have much of a choice, did I? I didn't have any other options. I was taking advantage of my father.

"What the fuck do you want? It's late!" she answered crankily. "It's Rose, Em. And it's only 6:05. Calm down." "Oh, sorry sis. I was asleep. What's up?" she sounded half-asleep. "Hey, can you take care of Oliver tomorrow? I gotta work." Long pause. "Who?" I groaned. "My son, idiot. He needs a place to stay. Just put him in front of a t.v. with cartoons on. Give him peanut butter and jelly for lunch. He's an easy kid. Just don't be drunk or high. Please." Another long pause. Sigh. "I guess so. But this isn't gonna be a routine. I got shit to do, ya know?" "Yeah...I know." I told her when to expect him. We said our goodbyes and hung up.

8:00 P.M.
Put Ollie to sleep. Pulled the crumpled note from Bret out of my pocket to look over. It gave the guy's number and where to meet him. Burnt Toast Diner, three days from now. 6:00 P.M. I could do that. Ronnie Hart. He sounded like a nice guy. But you never know, he was hired by Bret.

[Don't worry about length :3 yours was great. Haha, I bet he's fun xD]

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kyree.

Thursday, 9:23 P.M. - [b r e t]

The minutes were ticking slowly. Every minute that went by, the desire to have her increased tenfold. I almost couldn't bear it - obviously, she wanted it just as much as me. There was no reason to get dressed up without having the clothes torn off. At lesat, that's how I looked at it.

Tick, tock; tick, tock.

The digital clock on the table blared number after number as the minutes passed. She talked, but I sure as hell wasn't listening. I didn't answer her question - I was too busy staring at her chest, thinking about grinding my own chest against hers. Friction, damn it. I needed it more than anything else in the world.

I wasn't surprised when she stood up and kissed me, and it happened just like it always did. Needy and hot and dirty and indecent.

Friday, 12:46 A.M. - [b r e t]

I left her alone to sleep, because I knew that I couldn't stay in that room.

I dropped Ronnie's information on the desk for her when she woke up. I guessed that she would probably cry - I knew I would be correct. She was just as weak as every other girl I had fucked with in high school.

♥

Friday, 7:23 A.M. - [r o n n i e]

I don't know when I started waking up so early, but I was up at seven. Maybe it was because I had nothing else to do - the most likely reason? Well, I didn't have anything to do the night before, so I went to bed early. That's right, my life has been reduced to watching television for three hours until I finally fall asleep out of boredom.

I seriously can't wait to get this job. Give me something to do. Maybe even a friend.

Bret called, and told me that he had it set up. "Tell Rose that you two will start in three days - that'll give you some time to get supplies."

"Sure thing."

I wondered what Rose was like, but if she was friends with Bret, then I was assuming that the two of them at least had a couple of things in common.

[I know~ D: Poor thing. I'm digging Bret, actually. XD It's fun to write his thoughts. Easy, too, because all he thinks about is sex :D <3 Sorry for the short-ish post.]

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GothLoliKitty

"That sounds really good..." I responded, seeing him lick his lips. Oh, god. Those lips. I stared for a moment, reluctantly pulling my gaze away. Not tonight. I resisted jumping up and crushing my lips to his. I coughed, stifling my thoughts. "So, uh, when do I start?" I tried my best not to look at him more than I needed to. The desire would only be greater if I looked.

Not tonight, not tonight.

But I wanted it to be tonight. Why else did I get dressed up? I couldn't remember the reason. Had to be to impress him. Wear something he'd think was hot. Something that he'd enjoy taking off me...

No! What was I thinking? Tonight was for business. But this room was clearly not for business. We both knew that. But on the other hand, where else were we to meet? This room was ours. And again, the worst idea for a meeting. Great, choose a place with a bed. I couldn't remember who'd suggested it, me or him. Probably Bret. Of course he'd recommend it so we could fuck afterwards. I wasn't surprised.

But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to. And one look in his eyes told me that he really wanted me. Fuck. Bret knew he could break me down. If only I had the strength to stand up, walk out, go home...

I was weak. A coy smile curved on my face as I slid out of my heels and took the few steps to the bedside, taking his face in my hands, planting a soft kiss on his lips.

I knew it was another mistake. That I'd wake up alone in the motel bed, feel sick to my stomach. Leave lonely once more. But at the moment, all I could think about was his fingers sliding my dress off.

7:00 A.M.
The next morning, I woke up alone.

I cried.

[Poor girl can't catch a break :O maybe he left Ronnie's info on the table or something for her so she could call him? idk. Bret's crudeness is expected xD ah, the thoughts of men, lol.]

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kyree.

Thursday, 9:10 P.M. - [b r e t ;]

She moved into the room at a leisurely pace, and took a seat in the chair - the one that sat by the wall, next to the large, fake plant. Three centimeters away from the plant, there was a large crack in the wall that neither I, nor Rose had put there. Directly across from the crack, there was a television. Diagnol to the television, the bed sat, innocently and clean - sheets untouched, not rumpled. I had the room memorized to a dot. I knew how many steps it took to reach the bed from the door. I knew how many times we had broken something in the room. I remembered breaking a lamp a few months ago, that I had to pay for. I knew that the lamp had been replaced with one almost exactly like it, except the new one had a stain on the shade.

It was like this was the room I had grown up in - it might as well have been, as I was here so often. But this was also I room that I couldn't stand to be in for more than a few hours at a time. I doubted I could sleep here - at least, I knew I couldn't sleep here peacefully - and my wife would have more questions if I stayed an entire night, so fuck that.

This room was made for one thing, and that was business. Whether it be in the bed, or like decent people, that was up to us.

♥

She asked about the job, which was obviously expected, but it took Bret off gaurd. He had been thinking about everything and nothing - about fucking, particularly - but with no emotions, sex might as well have meant nothing. "The job, right - I've found someone for you to work with," He stated, walking over to the bed and taking a seat on the edge, facing her with dark, brown eyes, and a frown. It took everything inside of him not to jump on her. Sex was on his mind, and obviously on other parts of his body, too.

This room was made for business. And not decent business, but dirty business. Filthy business that seemed anything but filthy when it was happening. God, he wanted it to happen. But he couldn't, because that wasn't what he was here for. Not what she was here for, either, but he could see it in her eyes - hear it in her voice. That need, that want. It was always there when he was around, and he was fucking good at taking advantage of that need.

"I met him at the scene," Bret continued, playing calm and cool and collected and God, he wished he could stop pretending and rip her dress off. This room made him think of sex - it was all he wanted to think about in the room, and he figured it was all he ever would have to think about while here. Apparently, he was wrong. He cleared his throat, "And he felt as though he would be good at it. I can get you two started - help you out a little with the funding. His name's Ronnie. Ronnie Hart, if you want the last name. He seems like a pretty good guy." Bret stated, giving Rose another once-over with his eyes.

Unconciously, he licked his lips, and thought about fucking her against the wall. "It pays really well, I couldn't tell you the exact numbers, but they're relatively high." He said, leaning back on the bed and pushing back his hair.

[Sorry for the crude nature of Bret xD, just don't listen to him~ :3 And I also apologize for the lack of Ronnie in this post. I couldn't think of anything to put for him, since he's not directly involved with these two quite yet. :D]

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GothLoliKitty

My life was ruled by time.

Everything perfectly scheduled so that I wouldn't be tempted to think about Bret. The time I spent without him moved in slow, lurching increments. But as I stepped into the room, time ceased to exist, or at least matter. I can't remember the last time I took even a glance at a clock or cell phone around him. It was always Bret that checked and decided when to leave. Then I'd get ready and leave as well.

Time was my personal hell.

It never moved fast enough when I worked. Never moved slow enough during the short time with Bret. In fact, it was the opposite. I hated time. But I needed it. It allowed me to count down the hours, the minutes, until I could be in his arms. So right, yet so wrong. He was like a drug. And I wasn't ready to stop using. It was to the point of physical necessity. There were group therapies for sex addiction, but I wasn't addicted to the sex. Just being around him was enough. His touch was electricity through my veins.

I sat down in a wooden chair, crossing my right leg over my left. I set my purse on the smooth wooden table in front of me, gesturing Bret to sit down. It was time for business, not pleasure. Not that I didn't want to crush my lips against his. Because, believe me, the urge to was intense. I could've just stood up and pulled his face to my own. My resistance that night was a near miracle.

"So about the job...."

[Don't worry about it :O I haven't been on for a while. And I didn't even get an email notification >> frustrating. ilu<3 sorryyy~ and now my post is ridiculously short Dx]

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kyree.

Thursday; 8:30 P.M. - Bret

Damn girl. I hated when she called me, because she always happened to call at a rather inconvenient time. Usually the worst times. Today, she called while I was right in the middle of holding a conversation with Jenny on the other line. I lied to her, switched lines, and sounded a lot more irritable than I had meant to when I answered to Rose. "What do you want?" Gruff, harsh. She probably went and got the wrong idea again. I didn't mean to sound so rude; I was just stressed. I was about to backtrack, restate my greeting, but she beat me to it. Couldn't make it tonight. Shit, after all that trouble of coming up for an excuse for my wife, Rose couldn't even make it there. I didn't say anything crude, though. I just agreed to meet her at a later time, and switched the conversations back.

"Hun, change of plans; I'm coming home early tonight."

♥

Thursday; 8:54 P.M. - Ronnie

Bored, bored, bored. I wanted to go somewhere, but I didn't know where to go. I didn't even have anyone to go with. Ever since my last girlfriend, Kelly, dumped me for a more "sauve and sophisticated" fellow, I had been confined to my own home, with nowhere to go, and nothing to do. It really sucked. I thought being single was supposed to be better, because of all the freedom. I wouldn't be some dog on a leash. But, no. It wasn't better, because there was no one to spend nights with and no sure way that you would have someone to eat breakfast with in the morning. Going to a diner all by your lonesome usually meant being hit on by the waitresses, who were by all means nice, but definitely a few years too old for my liking.

Something about all the wrinkles kind of turned me off. And, red hair was sexy and all, but not on the woman who usually served me my normal breakfast of scrambled eggs and pancakes. Not necessarily in that order.

Maybe I could start getting to know this new girl that I was supposed to be working with. Rose, right? That sounded about right. Maybe she'd be kind, or cool, or at least a little interesting. If I would be working with her all day, then I would hope that I'd like her. Maybe even start something with her. Or maybe I was being way too optomistic. Looking on the bright side usually meant you would forget about the dark behind you.

♥

Bret picked at the dinner in his plate, not bothering to make small-talk with his wife across the table, who was idly picking at her food the same way while their daughter, Stacy, chattered about some friend at school. He checked his watch casually, and ignored the look that his wife gave him. Not time yet. About ten more minutes until he had to leave. "Doing anything tonight, Bret?" Jenny asked from across the table, pausing to stare at him. Bret shrugged his shoulders and shoveled a large bite of mashed potatoes into his mouth to prevent speaking for a few more minutes.

"Nowhere in particular," He answered after swallowing, "Just going to discuss business with some of the guys. One of them has a sibling that wants to get into the crime-scene-clean-up business. Pays pretty decently; the family could use the money." Almost the truth. It was at least beleivable enough for a nod and a shrug of Jenny's shoulders. He checked his watch again, and then reached over to wipe his mouth off with a napkin. "Better get going. Don't want to keep the guys waiting," He said, standing as he spoke. He reached over and kissed his daughter on the head and pecked his wife on the cheek before grabbing his coat and heading out the front door.

♥

The drive to the motel was unusually long that day, and the annoyance showed on Bret's face. So did the relief to see that it took him no longer than normal to get there, because Rose's car wasn't there yet. It wasn't a time for sex--for once, this meeting was about something else. Something decent adults did, not something that sick, twisted, and deprived ones did. Usually, both of them fell into the latter; the former was saved for nights like this, when they wanted to rekindle old flames and help one another. Do something decent. Bret got out of the car and went to the front to get the keys in his regular room number. He reached it and went inside to wait.

It took a few minutes before Rose showed up, indicated by the knock on the door. Bret stood up and opened and the door, smiling sweetly and stepping aside to let her inside, "Hello, beatuiful." And she was beautiful. Dressed in a pretty black dress with her hair and a gorgeous cascade of curls down her back. Bret shut the door behind them.

Today was for business, not for what his mind was invetably thinking about.

[GODDDD. I'm sorry this took sooo long. I'll try to be better, I promise ;^; ilu~]

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GothLoliKitty

6:05 P.M.
Finished with working. Checked phone: new voicemail. It was Bret. I felt my heart flutter in joy. I stowed my gear in the back of my car and listened to Bret's voicemail; first the old, then the new. I felt stupid, but I wanted to hear his voice. I was angry, but I loved him. Had a hopeless addiction to his perfection. I didn't want him to leave Jenny and their son, but if he really loved me why didn't he leave them? I regretted the thought the second I thought it; I didn't want to be a homewrecker. Jenny was a nice girl, was a cheerleader on the squad. She was a good friend. But a part of me still hated her for taking Bret from me. She knew I loved him. Still knew, her glare from earlier a permanent reminder. She didn't know, did she? No. Bret wouldn't have given her any reason to be suspicious. He was smooth that way. I hung up when the message ended, hollow space in my chest. He never said "I love you" to me. Not even at the motel.

I drove home.

6:30 P.M.
Parked in front of my father's house to pick up Oliver. I sat in the car for a few minutes, considering the job offer. I needed the money. Oliver needed to be put in school soon. My father wouldn't watch him forever, he certainly didn't have the patience. And if my sister, Emily, wasn't so fucked up all the time on drugs and alcohol I'd call her. But her life was a mess, and there was no way she'd sober up to watch my son. Well, not fast enough anyway. I let out a sigh, still thinking. I really needed the cash.

7:00 P.M.
Cooked dinner for Oliver. I wasn't hungry, my stomach twisted in knots. I was supposed to meet him tonight, but I couldn't leave Ollie at home alone...
Fuck him.
He stood me up last night, it was about time I stood him up.
After a moment of pride, my heart felt heavy. I wanted him.
I tapped my nails on the kitchen table.

8:30 P.M.
Put Oliver to sleep and shut the door. I practically ran to my own to make the phone call. I sat on the edge of my bed, pressed his number on my speed-dial. The phone rang exactly six times before he picked up, voice low. "What do you want?" I guess he wasn't supposed to be talking on the phone right now. Probably at work. Or home. No, it was too early; probably work. "I...I-I'm not coming tonight. Busy. But I wanted to let you know that...I want to take the job." He told me that I had a partner set up for me already. I told him to just give me the information and I'd be there. He said he'd rather give it to me himself. I sighed, told him that tonight was still no good. Had to stay with Oliver. He told me to meet him tomorrow. Same time and place. I agreed. I needed the job. I needed his touch. Needed his love. I was lonely.

Next day. 7:00 A.M.
Dropped Ollie off at my father's house. He gave me a look that said, "you better find a new babysitter, I've got work to do and he only gets in the way." My father didn't have a set job. Just a bunch of random schemes to make cash fast that never worked. I said I was sorry, but could he stay the night? I wasn't sure how late I'd be working: double shift. He agreed grudgingly and shut the door in my face. Some dad he was.

5:00 P.M.
Finished cleaning early since I didn't have to worry about picking Oliver up from school. Went home to get ready. Three hours until it was time. Took a shower, drying my hair carefully, curled the strands until they fell in pretty waves over my shoulders. Chose a black dress with a plunging neckline and matching heels. I wasn't planning on making love tonight. Tonight was for negotiation. I still wanted to look good, make him regret marrying Jenny. But...he was persuasive. And it wasn't like I had the heart to say no. At least not to him.

7:55 P.M.
Pulled up to the motel and parked in front of the room. His car was already parked beside the spot I pulled into. My stomach did flips. I checked my make-up in the rearview mirror. Everything in line. Grabbed my purse and stepped out of my car, smoothing my dress. I hated how nervous I always felt before seeing him. But it always melted away the second he smiled at me. I hoped for the same sensation. When I knocked on the door and he opened it with a seducing smile, I turned to jell-o. No more anxiety.

"Hello, Bret."

[ilu2 <3 and your post was amazing~ they're both so hottt *p* -drools- even if Bret is icky xD and I'm almost done with Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind. Except youtube is missing 2 parts Dx but my friend owns it, so I'll borrow it to watch what I missed :3 I looove Clem. She's hilarious!]

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kyree.

Wednesday; 8:32 P.M.

I was already late when I checked my watch. Damn, that had definitely not been on purpose. I just had days where I was stuck at some crime scene, and wouldn't be able to see her. She would assume the worst, of course. That I didn't love her. That I didn't feel like being with her. That I didn't want her. Of course I wanted her--why the hell would I put my marriage in jeapordy if I didn't want her?

Obviously, I simply did not love her. Not the way that she wanted me to. If I had, I wouldn't have gotten married to Jenny in the first place. I wouldn't have had a kid with her. I wouldn't have built up a life around the police force, and given us food on the table. I wouldn't have done that if I had felt the same way about Rose as I did Jenny. So, obviously, this was not love. This was the nasty way of saying that adults were "together".

This was just fucking. Plain and simple. The only thing I regretted about marrying Jenny was that I couldn't get from her what Rose gave me. Which, essentially, was the reason why I wouldn't put an end to my affair. It would hurt me in the end, I knew. And it would hurt Rose, too. She would be known as the homewrecker. The other woman. The slut. Fuck yeah, it would hurt her. But it was all those "Fuck yeah's" in bed that kept me from straying away too far from her.

Wednesday; 10:27 P.M.

Two fucking hours. This investigation was getting old. By this point, it might as well have just been a clean-up. Hell, it was a clean-up. The guys and me were just waiting for them to get finished so we could go home. It didn't make any sense for us to stay, but it was "required" because we had to make sure everything was done correctly. I was pretty sure these crime-scene-clean-up dicks knew what they were doing. Or, at least, the better have, for how much we were paying them. It amazed me that cleaning up dead people could cost so much money; then again, it wasn't everyday that someone came into a store and blew their head off.

Maybe I should tell Rose about it. She was a housecleaner; she might be good at this. Besides, with her kid, she could use the extra money. Her fuck-up of a sister wasn't doing much for her, anyways, and her father was getting too old to be much help. Maybe if I suggested to her a hook-up with the right people, she could do better for herself. Maybe make a new friend. A rich friend. Then I wouldn't have to help pay for her shit, too. I didn't mind, of course. My wife was just wondering where our money was going. My half-thought-out answers just weren't cutting it anymore.

♥

"Hey, Rose, just calling to apologize for not showing up. There was a huge problem at work, and the cops were asked to stay. I couldn't find a spare second to call you. I'm sorry," Bret Knight paused for a moment, thinking, "But, you know, these crimescene-clean-up dicks, they really make some good money. Maybe...you should consider getting into that. All you do is clean up...well, dead people. But it's not as weird as you think." He realized how weird this was sounded, but he continued, "Anyways, call me back when you've got the chance. Are we still on for tomorrow night?" Bret mentally hit himself, then continued, "I'll, er, see you whenever, I guess. Later."

Bret hung up the phone, feeling slightly embarrassed with himself. There was a knock on the bathroom door, causing him to jump. "Bret, honey? Are you coming to bed?" Jenny asked through the door. He checked his watch. Almost one in the morning. He stood up from where he was sitting, on the edge of the bathtub, and went to open the door. His wife smiled at him when it opened, though she seemed stressed. Tired, worn out, and lonely. It wasn't like he was oblivious to the fact that Jenny knew that something was going on, he just liked to pretend he was.

He didn't ask her what was wrong as he crawled into bed and turned out the light.

♥

Thursday; 7:45 A.M.

Yeah, it was gross. I thought to myself as I scanned the front page of the newspaper. They had already put in that someone by the name of Jeremy Waters had shot and killed himself in a store the night before. I cringed. I had been there. It had been really gross. My brother really owed me now, because he had been the one that had sent me to get something for him. I couldn't even remember what, because I hadn't actually gotten it before that idiot came in and shot himself. Of course, the noise set me off, but what really got to me was the chunks of poor Jeremy Waters strewn about the store. It had been really, really, gross.

But I had never been too squemish around blood. Apparently, I wasn't squemish around chunks of a person, either. I had probably been the most calm of the pedestrians--the innocent people that came for their supplies. In fact, I helped grab some of the things that had Jeremy on them. I felt bad for the poor guy, really.

Of course, I had never really thought of crimescene clean-ups. It had only been suggested to me last night. The cop had given me his number, trying to "hook me up". Bret Knight. Nice guy. But I definitely hadn't thought about ever doing something like that. Of course, Bret had also said that it paid a shit-load of cash. And, really, cash was something I could use. Maybe I should give him a call. Think about this weird-ass job. Maybe it would make me look cool. I might be able to pick up a girl. Wait--nevermind. The conversation was already playing in my head, and it wasn't going so well.

"So what do you do for a living?"

"I clean up chunks of dead people."

That might not be too smooth. It definitely didn't sound cool. It just sounded plain-out creepy, really. But it seemed to pay well, and the cop seemed to have good motives. I'd give him a call later, because money was definitely something I could use.

♥

"Uh, hello, is this Bret Knight?" Ronnie Hart asked unsurely over the phone, holding the card in his hand. Obviously it was the right number, as it was on a card--like, a lagitimite card--but it still wrecked his nerves to call someone that he didn't really know. Ronnie wasn't really a shy person, he just disliked calling people.

"It is. Who is this?" Bret Knight sounded a little different over the phone, but his voice still held that same, demanding tone.

"Ronnie Hart. You know, that guy who wasn't weirded out by chunks of dead things. I thought about what you said--I really like the idea of earning some extra cash." Ronnie said, his voice coming through stronger now that he knew that he had the right number.

"Oh, you." Ronnie was pretty sure he could hear the smile in Bret's voice. Apparently, the guy liked his attitude. That was good, because a lot of people didn't. "Actually, I'm pretty sure I could get you hooked up with someone. I've got people. And, you know, there's another person who might want the job, too. Maybe you two could make your own company. Work together."

"That's fine with me. What's the guy's name."

"It's a girl--Rose."

It was weird to hear that a girl had the possibility of doing a job like this, but I simply agreed, nodding my head even though he couldn't see me. "Weird, but...I'm in."

♥

Bret made the call as soon as he got off the phone with Ronnie. "Hey--Rose. If you want this crimescene-clean-up job, then I've got a great proposition for you."

[fjdkfjasdl. I loved your post. :D I kind of wrote mine in an odd way, though. The first two parts are Bret. The first "diary" type things. And then the third one is from Ronnie's point of veiw. Bret is crude, obviously. Ronnie is quirky and funny. Anddd Ilu~ hope my post works out <3]

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GothLoliKitty

I was having an affair. There was no dancing around the fact since my sister found out, and made it quite apparent that she did. Emily called every day, telling me that what I was doing was utterly wrong. That I had to stop. I already knew this, had accepted the fact since day one. Because I loved him. Because I'd always loved him. Even though he was married. Even though, like me, he had a kid. But I couldn't let go what we'd once had back in high school. We were the 'it' couple. The couple that had everything, that everyone wished they were a part of. I was head cheerleader, he was quarterback. Yeah, just like in every cliche movie ever made, I know. But it was true love, not the kind that the girl in the movie would just throw away if something stupid happened. And when you're in love, you don't quite think straight do you? No, not at all. And as far as I was concerned, I was absolutely head-over-heels. Still.

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Wednesday night, 8:30 P.M.
Waiting in the Motel 6, room 6. As always. Wearing a tight-fitted scarlet dress that hugged my curves perfectly. I'd slid off my matching stilettos the moment I'd arrived half an hour ago. The time when he was supposed to show up. I glanced nervously at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Five minutes. I sighed and stood to pace the room. He'd show up, right? Like he always did. He loved me, right? Yes, he always has, always will. I loved him, right? Yes, always and forever. But...he was never this late. I snapped open my silver clutch, pulling out my cell phone. It slipped through my shaking fingers and bounced on the carpeting. I crouched to pick it up and flipped it open. No new messages. No texts, no missed calls, no new voicemails. Maybe he just got off work late. Maybe he was sick. Maybe... maybe... maybe... maybe I was acting like a heroine addict going through withdrawls. Which, essentially, was what it felt like in a sense. I was nauseous with anxiety, the butterflies in my stomach flying around a hundred miles an hour. I felt like I'd puke butterflies.

9:00 P.M.
He was coming, right? Yes, yes. He'd never stand me up. He loved me. He'd always love me. I laid on the bed, staring at the grooves in the ceiling.

9:45 P.M.
He loved me, he loved me. He must have had a reason to be so late. He would call in a minute and tell me so. Tell me he was on his way.

10:30P.M.
He... wasn't coming. He didn't love me after all. He loved his wife. I stood up, slid on my heels and grabbed my purse, shoving my cell inside angrily. I slammed the door behind me. He was an asshole. I didn't love him.

I woke up in the middle of the night and cried. I don't think I've cried so much in my life. I missed him. I needed his love. My mascara stained my pillow. Crap, I forgot to take it off before I went to sleep. I was too angry to notice. I cried harder. He'd stood me up. I fell back asleep, tears streaked black on my cheeks.

7:00 A.M.
Woke up. Took a shower, scrubbed my face clear of the mascara. Pulled my uniform on. Drove to my first destination to clean up some rich woman's home without thinking. I was a maid. I parked and got out, opening the back to pull out my supplies. But as I turned to see the house, my heart fell into my stomach. I nearly vomited. It was his house.

3:00 P.M.
Went to pick my son up from school. The principal wanted to speak with me, so I entered his office, my son sitting on the wooden bench outside. He told me that my son was too advanced mentally and ought to go to a private school. I told him I didn't have the funding. He told me that my son could no longer go to that elementary school. I took my son and stormed out.

After dropping Oliver off at my father's house, who unwillingly decided to watch him for the day as I finished my work, I checked my phone. A new voicemail. From him. He told me he was sorry. He couldn't meet me last time due to some work/home crisis. I wasn't paying attention to his words, I just liked hearing his voice. He mentioned something about a workforce I should get into. Said it paid a lot. I perked up, listening intently. Crime-scene cleanup? That sounded like the dumbest idea I'd ever heard. I shut my phone and stowed it in my pocket, grabbing my supplies to head into the new house.

[Sorry it's kind of crappy towards the end :l hope you like it~]

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