Room 505

It was our fifth anniversary. I was happy as fuck while driving home. I reached for my phone and called my husband, Dave. While waiting for him to pick up my stomach fell into a pit. I felt this very unsettling feeling that something is going on but I just don't know what is going on. When he didn't pick up, I called his office and his secretary answered. "Hello? Spencer corporation how may I help?" Sarah answered. "Hey Sarah, this is me, Mrs. Spencer, is Dave there? Can you get him?" I asked nervously. "Uh...Ma'am...Mr Spencer didn't come to the office today." Sarah said. I could hear the pity behind her professional tone.

I could feel the pit getting deeper. I called dave once again and this time it went straight to voice mail. I sat there in my car mindless. Staring into thin air when I decided to do something i hadn't done in five years of our marriage. I checked his location. And what I saw helped the pit grow deeper and deeper. He was at my sister's place. Suddenly his indifference towards me made sense, but i didn't want to assume the worst. I slowly turned the engine on and drove to my sister's place. I parked a few blocks away and walked towards her house. There, I saw Dave's Bentley in her driveway. I felt unease at each step i took closer to the window. There was no sign of them downstairs which could only mean one thing. I entered through her back porch because I knew Evelyn was dumb enough to leave it open for "spiritual purposes" I got in and made my way towards the stairs.

There were clothes scattered everywhere. Dave's suit jacket on the banister, his dress shirt on the fifth stair, eve's bra on the railing, my vision became blurry as I stepped forward, unease turned into pure untamed pain. Fresh tears fell down my eyes as I stood infront of her half opened door. I could hear careless whisper playing in the background mixed with the sound of skin slapping and moans that sounded like taunts to me. I covered my mouth to stiffle any noises as I stood there while they were engrossed into eachother.

In our five years of marriage, Dave and I had sex exactly three times, two of which happend while he was drunk and told me to forget about it the next morning. I stood there like an idiot. Watching my husband with my sister, both acting like teenagers having sex after a long time. "Fuck- I wish, I wish I married you instead of Vivian." That was the final blow for me. With trembling hands, I snapped a picture of dave and eve. I walked away from the room and out of her house.

I walked towards my car and sat in there ugly crying and screaming into the steering wheel for almost 20 minutes. His word echoed in my mind over and over like a cursed lullaby. I drove mindlessly around the city before stopping at a bar. I got in and slumped into a stool. I sighed as I called for the bartender, "just give me something that will give me a banging headache tomorrow morning as soon as I wake up." He grinned and laid out shots of something I did not even care to know before sliding them down my throat like my life depended on it.

My mind was an empty slate now, my vision was blurry because of the alcohol. I could make out a silhouette of a man standing over me before I passed out.