Secret Affair
Guilty Conscience
BRIAN'S P.O.V. -
I leave Matt and Val's house as quickly as I possibly can. Getting into my dark purple charger I put the key into the ignition and speed off.
Tears begin streaming down my cheeks as the thought of Michelle leaving me goes through my mind.
I can't lie to her... I've never lied to her and she's never lied to me. All the years that she and I have been together we've never kept secrets from one another. I need to tell her what I did, but if I do tell her the chances of her being unable to trust me again are pretty high. Not only will she feel different about me but also about her own sister because of my stupid, and idiotic actions. But then again if I lie to her... she'll definitely leave me once she eventually finds out from someone else. I've known this woman long enough to know that she appreciates being told the truth instead of being lied to, no matter how difficult the truth may be. She's has always had a kind heart. If Michelle knows then Matt will know, then I know that I'll be in the hospital for a long time...
Fuck it. Michelle needs to know. She deserves to know. I don't care if my face gets entirely re-arranged by Matthew's fist, because I'll deserve it. What I did was wrong, but that doesn't mean I should go around lying to the woman that I had married for a reason. The appearance of my physical being is nothing compared to my marriage being on the line.
I arrive in the driveway, still unable to put my uncontrollable crying from how terrible I feel for not only betraying my wife, but my best friend as well. Michelle and Matt both mean the world to me. Ever since Jimmy's passing, Matthew has been the one who's kept me from drowning in my own misery. He's been the friend that I had lost when I had also lost myself. And I stabbed him in the back by being a selfish prick.
I walk through the door, looking around for Michelle, but seeing her nowhere downstairs. I walk up to the second floor, seeing the door to our bedroom is closed. I open it up and see Michelle lying on the bed, reading a book as she cuddles with Pinkly.
She looks over at me, immediately taking notice of my tear-soaked face. She sets the book down, looking at me concerned, "what's wrong babe?" she asks softly as if I were some wounded animal in need of help.
I crawl onto the bed with her, laying my head on her chest, sobbing freely, unable to stop despite how hard I try, "please... don't hate me..." I plead, grabbing on tightly to the lower part of her shirt, afraid of her disappearing if I let go.
She runs her hand through my hair, slowly stroking my back, "what happened, Brian?"
"I- I did something terrible...." I cry into her shirt.
"What did you do?" she questions, placing a finger under my chin, lifting my face up to meet hers.
I sniffle as Chelle wipes the tears off of my face, "promise you won't leave me..." I say before I actually tell her.
Michelle kisses my forehead, "of course I won't baby, now please tell me what's going on."
I take a deep breath, looking away from her, making it a hundred times easier to say it, "I... I had sex with V...Val..." I say, laying my head back down on her chest, crying even harder than before, feeling just those words stabbing at me like a million knives.
Michelle obviously has a look of shock and disappointment, but she doesn't yell at me or even get out of the bed. Instead she just stays with me, and continues rubbing my back still attempting to calm me down, but she says nothing.
"I'm so, so sorry... Please don't leave me.... Please..." I beg again.
She kisses my head, "I'm not going anywhere boo-bear. What you did was wrong, but you told me instead of hiding it. And you wouldn't be crying if you didn't feel so guilty. So I can forgive you. Just as long as it doesn't happen again."
My sobbing finally comes to a halt and I look up at her, "I promise it won't happen again, with anyone!" I say, with my mood jumping from terribly miserable and sad to happy and enthusiastic.
Michelle smiles at my up-beat mood and pokes the tip of my nose playfully, "good to hear that. Now can I go back to reading my book? It's starting to get pretty interesting." She says with a slight laugh.
I smile, "I suppose," laying my head back down on her breasts, I hand her book back over to her. Cuddling Pinkly with the same arm that's lying over Michelle's stomach/waist, quickly falling asleep in her arms.
MICHELLE'S P.O.V. -
About forty-five minutes pass by and Brian is fast asleep. I run one of my hands through his soft hair, as my other hand is holding onto the book. As I am reading I hear Brian laughing.
Some people talk in their sleep, some people snore. I know a person who has even sang in their sleep. But then we have Brian, the one who laughs in his sleep. It's not even his natural laugh, it's just a plain, monotone giggle. No emotion in it whatsoever.
I set the book aside, more interested in my giggling husband. I stare at him, unable to stop smiling at how adorable this is.
"Heh.... Heh.... Heh..." he laughs as he smiles like the idiot that he is.
I begin laughing, hugging Brian tightly against me. As much as I want to be mad at him for what he and Valery had done, I just can't be mad. It's impossible to stay mad at this doofus.
But he's my doofus. And he always will be.
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10/14/14