All I Ask Is... Why?

“Syn? Syn! Dude wake up!” I could hear Zacky’s voice growing louder as my vision suddenly became clear. Shit I was sleeping again! That’s the third time this week. “Dude are you all right? You look like shit.” He adds on.

“Fuck. Yeah dude I’m sorry. I haven’t been getting enough sleep lately. Michelle kept me up almost all night.”

The guys chuckle at each other, I could instantly tell that they were thinking that Michelle and I were having sex all night. “Damn bro. That’s the third time this week she’s been doing this. Get the woman a damn vibrator! Her needs are interfering with you working.” Johnny chuckles.

“Yeah.” I chuckle softly. I let the guys believe that Michelle and I are happy only because I don’t want them to know that I’ve been miserable since Jimmy died. I want them to know that I’m happy and that I moved on, but in reality, it’s gotten worse about a month and a half after I married Michelle in Mexico. Since we got married, Michelle has been showing her true colors to me and only me. To everyone else she’s the sweetest person on earth, but we’ve been fighting a lot and often times she’s even gotten violent with me. I have much more respect than to get just as violent back, but there has been a time to where I did raise a hand at her and she told her best friend that I slapped her. I never touched her. The guys never knew about it, and I want to keep it that way for as long as I can.

We all worked on the new album Hail to the King until close to midnight. “All right guys, I think it’s time we call it a night. I’m fucking tired.” Shadows said after working on the computer for about an hour. I didn’t notice how late it was until I turned on my cell phone. It was twelve o’clock on the dot and I already had ten missed calls from Michelle and two from my dad. Each call missed was an angry voicemail earned and Michelle never failed to have something to bitch about.

Voicemail one 12:30pm:
“Brian it’s me. You need to call me back! I’m at the mall with Valary and River and I saw a purse I wanted but your card is getting denied! Bye.”

Voicemail two 12:45pm:
“What the hell Brian?! Do you obviously not know when to call back?! Ugh!”

Voicemail three 2:10pm:
“Fucking asshole! You have no idea how embarrassing it was to go to lunch with my sister and nephew, only for me to be fucking broke because of you!”

Voicemail four 2:34pm:
“Well I hope you’re fucking happy asshole!”

Voicemail five 5:45pm:
“Where the fuck are you?! You were supposed to be back home hours ago! If you’re cheating on me with another girl then be a fucking man and tell me! Jerk!”

Voicemail six 5:50pm:
“Really? Is that how it is? Not even a fucking text? Well fuck you too!”

Voicemail seven 9:28pm:
“Babe it’s like nine thirty and I’m starving. Hurry up and get here!”

Voicemail eight 9:35pm:
“You are un-fucking-believable! You know that? I’m not waiting on your ass anymore! I’m going out tonight and don’t be surprised if I meet another man and fuck him on your bed!”

Voicemail nine 11:02pm:
“Hey asshole! Just so you know I won’t be back tonight. I’ve made a new friend, and he’s promised to take REALLY good care of me. Ahahaha, bye!”

Voicemail ten 11:45pm:
“Oh yeah! Oh yeah that’s it! Uh! Uh! Fuck the shit out of me baby!” “I’m gonna knock the dust off your pussy baby!” “Oh yeah daddy! Harder! Harde—“

On the last voicemail I heard the other guy moaning and breathing heavy along with Michelle. How the fuck could she do this to me? I start to erase all of the voicemails until I see that Michelle sent me a picture message. It was of her sitting on her knees and the guy fucking her from behind. Now she went too far, two can play at this game.

“Where you heading to tonight Zacky?” I heard Matt ask.

“Johnny and I are heading to a strip club. He’s finally going to be able to sit at the big boy table.” Zacky laughed.

“Fuck you man!” Johnny said. Arin and Matt started to laugh.

“Hey Syn! You up for the strip club tonight?” Zacky called out.

I turned around and without hesitation, I got up and grabbed my leather jacket. “Hell yeah. Let’s go.” Out of everyone, I could tell that Arin was catching on that something was wrong, but I rushed out with Johnny and Zacky before he could even start to question it.



We took our own cars and met up at a strip club in Los Angeles and my adrenaline was already blowing up just from my so called wife’s messages she has sent me. When we arrived, Zacky and I headed straight for the bar while Johnny rushed to sit close to the stage. There were a lot of good dancers out tonight and I was eying every one of them like a kid in a candy store. Part of me was feeling to be the bigger man and just go home, but one shot and beer after the other started to drown that side of me out. Around one thirty, a dancer by the name of Ashley came up to me when I was sitting at a table by myself. The guys were too busy enjoying the other dancers. Ashley was a cute and perky little blonde, but judging by the way she moved, she had a lot of spunk.

“Hey. What’s a hottie like you doing all alone?” She asked seductively.

I smirked at her. “Just thinking too much. Perhaps you can ease me up a little bit.”

She bit down on her lower lip and started sitting on my lap. She gently picked up my hands and moved them to her breasts. And then she noticed my wedding ring. “You married?”

I sighed. “Yeah, but I just caught her cheating on me with a guy she met at a club tonight. I don’t want to talk about it.”

She moved closer to nibble on my ear a little. “For the right price, I can make you forget all about her. There’s a hotel nearby and I will be happy to entertain you there.”

She didn’t have to say any more to get me hard, her sexy business outfit was enough. I looked around to see the other guys still being entertained by the other girls. I then took her hands and nodded towards the door. “Let’s get out of here.”




I woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and a McDonald’s breakfast. The sun was shining brighter and brighter through the dirty hotel window in front of the bed. Next to the bathroom entry was a table with the phone and other stuff on it. Ashley was sitting there eating breakfast and another tray of food and coffee, as well as a pack of Marlboro, was there right next to her. She looked over and noticed that I was awake. “Hey you.” She smiled.

“Hey. Did you buy breakfast?” I asked sitting up and grabbing my boxers to slide them on.

“Yeah. Figured you could use a somewhat decent breakfast. You looked like you haven’t had one in a while.” She smiled at me.

“Thank you. But you didn’t have to.” I made my way to the table and sat down next to her.

“It was the least I could do. I have to pay back my customers somehow. Especially the ones who give me a really great tip.” She smiled again.

I just then remembered I paid her about five hundred bucks to sleep with me for the night. And she sure as hell didn’t disappoint. I chuckled a little before digging in to my food. The rest of the morning we shared a shower and I drove her back to her work. She thanked me before getting off and gave me a small kiss goodbye. It was a little more than what I expected, but she still did her job in making me forget about Michelle.

I stopped at a gas station to put gas and my phone started to ring. It was Zacky.

“Hey bro, what’s up?”

“Bro where the hell were you? Johnny and I looked all over for you, we figured Michelle would throw a shit fit if we didn’t find you.”

“Relax all right. I’m still in Los Angeles, I got tired and spent the night in a hotel. But I’m on my way back to Huntington Beach right now.”

“Well you better hurry. I called Michelle after we left the club to see if you went home and she said you weren’t there. She sounds pretty pissed off.”

Fuck. I sighed. “All right, I will be there as soon as I can.”

After putting gas, I took my time getting back to the house. I didn’t want to put up with any more bullshit for today, but if Michelle is home then I know there is going to be hell breaking loose in that house. Two hours go by and I finally make it back to my house and I see Michelle’s car taking up all of the driveway. I can only hope she didn’t tear the place apart. I made my way into the house and I see that everything looks normal. I could hear a beverage being poured in the kitchen and I walk over. I see Michelle dressed in what I assume she wore to the club last night, her hair is a mess, her heels are thrown in opposite areas of the room, and her makeup is smeared. She was downing a bottle of wine glass after glass and when she looked up at me, pure evil just shined so bright in her eyes.

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