Cruel Infidelity

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Heather paces back and forth, eyeing the pussy lips of the blonde hanging aggressively on Andrew’s bedroom wall. “What are we going to do about this?” she asks, wringing her hands.

We aren’t going to do anything. It doesn’t concern you,” Andrew says, tugging on his exposed balls. He brings his hand to his nose, giving his fingers a quick whiff.

“Of course this concerns me!” She scoffs, folding her arms over her bare breasts.

“You said she was moving to Idaho?” he asks, wiping his balls with a wet wipe.

She nods. “Yeah, her family lives there.”

“How’s their financial situation?” He lifts his ass off the bed, sliding his boxers on.

Heather squints. “Her dad owns a construction company and her mother does seasonal stuff when she’s bored. Typical suburban trash.” She tilts her head. “Why would that matter anyway, like why are you asking?”

“Well, I would hope that the child in question would be well taken care of.”

“Again… Why do you care?”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re too self-centered to understand.”

“Oh yeah? Well maybe I should just move to Idaho with her. She would never speak to me like this.”

Andrew chuckles. “You actually think she’d want you going with her?”

“I know for a fact she would!”


“Look. The kid isn’t even yours, she’s a slut. She has men over constantly, it’s gross.”

“When did that start?” he asks. Wrinkles form at the corners of his eyes.

“After you had sex with her.” Heather’s eyes dart from side to side. “She couldn’t get enough of it, and then she went crazy and chopped all her hair off and tried making a move on me.”

Andrew’s brows furrow as he runs his tongue over the edge of his lips.

“She’s trying to steal you from me, she’s always been so obsessed with my boyfriends.”

Andrew holds a hand up. “I am not your boyfriend.”

Heather rolls her eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t.” He pulls his pants on and eyes her. “You should get dressed. I have things to do.”

Heather drops two large McDonald’s bags on the kitchen table, eyeing Rachel. “I got you something,” she announces.

“I probably shouldn’t,” Rachel says, hesitating.

“I was just trying to be nice.”

Rachel sighs. “It’s just, I think I should be a little more mindful of what I put into my body, and Anyway, I don’t want you to spend what little money you have on me.”

Heather’s lips press into a thin line. “Fine,” she says. “Have you spoken to your parents then?”

“I have…” she murmurs.


“Well, they aren’t completely thrilled with the circumstances, but mom is glad to be a grandmother, and my dad is just relieved I’m not a carpet-munching dyke,” she says, sitting down. “I’m just exhausted all the time now. I hate that I’ll never live my own life on my terms.”

Heather’s nose scrunches. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Rachel glances up at her. “Nothing. It’s not important.” She reaches for one of the bags. “What did you get me anyway?”

She sniffs. “Same thing I got myself. Figured if you didn’t want it then I could just eat it later on.”

A thin lipped smile etches across Rachel’s face. “Always thinking ahead,” she grumbles.

They sit in silence, each taking slow bites of their food. Heather shifts in her seat awkwardly. She eyes Rachel’s shoddy haircut and grimaces. I can’t believe she actually went through with it. She bites her lip. Why couldn’t Andrew have worn a condom? Did he want her to get pregnant? Her eyes narrow. He’d been so adamant that I get the morning-after pill, but then never said a word to Rachel about it.

“Well you better leave sooner rather than later. I don’t think you realize how mad Andrew is that you’re pinning this pregnancy on him.”

“This again?” Rachel sighs.

“He told me today that if you contact him he will take you to court for full custody, and his dad is an attorney so I’d watch out if I were you.”

Rachel’s face contorts. She tosses the remaining half of her burger down in front of her. “You have some real problems, you know that?”

“At least I’m not pregnant with some rando’s kid.”

Rachel swings around. “It isn’t some rando and you know it! I will be leaving by the end of the month. Have fun paying for this place on your own.” She disappears into her room, closing the door firmly behind her.

She has a point. She has nothing but her lousy part-time job now. She stopped going to clinicals after it interfered with her time with Andrew. She even told him what she’d done and he called her stupid. Was she though? She didn’t even want to be a CNA. She only did it because Rachel made it sound so glamorous. It wasn’t. She didn’t make fast friends with anybody, she didn’t connect with the residents, and her life seemed to revolve around nothing but human feces. Rachel didn’t know the half of it. A senile 98-year-old woman with body scabs had called her a nigger once. Did Rachel care? Of course not. She only cared about not having to pay the full rent. Selfish bitch.

She picks up Rachel’s discarded, half-eaten Arch Deluxe and chews it numbly. I am a fucking adult, she thinks to herself. I don’t need her or anyone.

She looks around at the place, and it dawns on her that she doesn’t own a thing here. “Rache?” she calls through the door.

“Go away,”

“I just have a question.”


“Are you taking your furniture with you when you go?

After a moment the door swings open. “Are you asking me if you can have all my shit?”

Heather stares blankly, not answering.

“You’re unbelievable. Really. Abominable.”

Heather rolls her eyes and turns around. She pauses outside of her own bedroom, turning to look at Rachel one last time. “You’re a bitch.”

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