Caught With Your Pants Down
Skye Remington left work with a smile on her face one afternoon, desperate to reach home so she could surprise her husband with her early arrival.
As she entered the house, she realized something was definitely off. The atmosphere was eerie and Skye couldn’t shake off the knot that formed in her stomach.
“Joey!” she called softly, slowly moving up the stairs as her eyes assessed her surroundings.
She heard nothing, but as she reached the middle of the stairs, she paused when she heard a sound coming from the direction of the bedroom. Skye swallowed hard as she climbed further, careful not to be heard.
As she reached the top of the stairs, the breath hitched in her throat as she heard the creaking of the bed. She knew the sound too well because it was one she heard many times when she was with her husband. She walked a bit closer,her eyes stinging when she feared the worst.
Her lips trembled when she reached the door and peeked inside, a tiny gasp suddenly escaping her lips. Her body seemed paralyzed as she stared at what was happening in front of her.
Her heart seemed constricted as she watched her husband grind in and out of another woman. On her bed. On the sheets she had bought when they first moved into the house.
She bit her jaw amidst her grief and courageously flung the door open.
“What the f*ck is going on here?” she spat in utter disgust and watched as the two broke apart, frightened.
Joey–her husband– eyes widened when he saw his wife and he quickly pulled up his pants, fumbling with the buckle as he muttered a low curse.
“Skye, hey babe,” he expelled with a shaky smile. “This…” he trailed off and wiped his mouth, trying to find something to say. “Why are you home so early?” he asked instead and Skye gasped.
“That’s all you have to say to me?” she exclaimed in disbelief, her body still seemingly numb from what her eyes had witnessed.
“Look baby, I didn’t…”, he held his hands up. “This is just a one time thing. This ho’ don’t mean anything to me,” he lamely defended and the chick beside him gasp, staring at him in disbelief. That was clearly not the case, in her eyes.
“You know I love you baby,” he announced, moving closer towards Skye with his hands outstretched.
“Don’t!” she warned stiffly. “Don’t f*cking touch me!” she hissed between tightly clenched teeth and he stopped in his tracks. Her heart was breaking into a million pieces, but she told herself that this was not the time to cry.
“In my house! On our bed?” her voice trembled and for a moment she didn’t know if it was with anger or hurt…maybe both.
Skye watched as Joey slapped the naked girl on the arm. “Get out Bitch. Now!” he roared and the girl looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. Still naked, she rushed around the room, picking up pieces of her clothing. Skye, amidst the numbness in her body, momentarily glanced at Joey and noticed the son of a bitch still had the nerve to blatantly stare at the woman while biting his lips.
She huffed out a breath in disbelief. “Get out,” she said calmly, using the tip of her tongue to moisten her lips.
“She’s doing that babe,” he said, not bothering to look at his wife, but instead, at the woman who he had earlier dropped his draws for.
“I mean both of you.” Skye was still keeping her calm even though that motherfucker was tempting her to do otherwise.
He finally turned to his wife. “Come on pumpkin, I made a mistake and I’m deeply sorry,” he exclaimed, almost plea like.
“I said, get the f*ck out of my house. Don’t make me say it again either,” Skye warned and watched as he raked a hand through his thick black hair, that was probably filled with sweat and sex.
He glared at her for a moment too long and then he picked his shirt from the floor. Skye’s throat was burning like hell and her eyes too wanted to join, but she couldn’t…she couldnt allow herself to cry, and let him think that her love for him would turn her into a weak sobbing damsel.
When the brunette was done with her clearing up, she held the clothes to her chest and quickly sauntered from the room. Skye sent her a glare that could melt the sun itself and her pace increased. She didn’t hear the door slam behind her and so she knew she hadn’t left the room.
Skye spun around and realised that the girl stood behind her, biting her lips. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he had a girlfriend,” she said, and for a moment she sounded truly sorry, but Skye realized the woman could act. She had to give her that.
“Oh!” she said in mock belief, turning to point at the large photo of Joey and her kissing, over the huge bed. “And you thought that was his sister then?” she spat sarcastically, watching as the color drained from woman’s face as she stood there speechless.
“You better leave before I choke the ho’ out of you!” Skye threatened bitterly and she quickly dashed through the door.
This time it slammed.
She turned to Joey and as soon as their gazes locked, Skye couldnt help the sobs that broke out from her. “So our marriage means nothing to you?” she seethed shakily and he slightly hung his head in shame.
“How long has this been going on?” she swallowed, somewhat fearful of hearing an answer, but she knew she had to. “And tell me the truth please, I deserve that much,” she croaked, folding her lips.
He shook his head and sighed.
“Answer me dammit!” she screamed and the first tear drop trailed down her face in a line of salted sadness.
He moved closer. “Baby please. Don’t do this,” he said softly.
“I just need an answer,” she croaked out,heart suddenly tight with hurt.
Joey sighed and trailed his hand across his face. “A couple months,” he confessed and the breath hitched in Skye’s throat. “But you’ve gotta understand, I love only you“.
She choked out a mirthless laugh. “You’ve been having sex in my house. On our bed for months!” she hissed in disbelief, body trembling from the shock of his words.
“You see, that’s why I stray sometimes. You are always throwing it in my face. Your success and everything like I’m some useless motherfucker,” he blurted out and Skye cocked a brow.
“So, this is my fault?” she questioned and he was quiet. “For months you’ve been looking for a job, when really you were just looking for some street whore,” she snarled and for a moment her hurt was gone, and anger was the dominant emotion.
“I never should’ve married a ghetto rat like you. I took you from the streets, I tried to change you, but I guess I can only take the boy out of the ghetto, but not the ghetto out of the boy,” she exclaimed angrily, while Joey ground his teeth.
“There you go again throwing it in my face,” he tightly exclaimed.
“Well, maybe if you tried to do something right, I wouldn’t be,” she snarled angrily and a lock of her blonde hair fell to her face.
“You damn well know that after I came from Mexico, it was hard for me to make a life here. It’s still hard,” he retorted angrily.
“You wanted to make it hard. My dad offered you a job at the factory and you turned him down. You have to start somewhere Joey!” she yelled frustratingly.
The silence was deafening for awhile but it gave Skye a chance to think over things. Think about her marriage. To think about what had just transpired before her eyes. He didn’t have any respect for her and that was all the proof she needed to make her decision.
The tears were now dried on her face. Regretful sadness, but she couldn’t help feeling hurt. She hurt. She was human but Skye decided that she couldn’t make it through twelve years of tough foster care to come out a softie. A decision had to be made.
“I want you out of this house by the time I count to five,” she exclaimed and was glad with the firmness in her tone.
“Come on baby, we can work something ou-“
He raked his hand through his hair and hissed. “I’m not going anywhere,” his tone hardened.
She cocked a brow. “We’ll see. Two!” she crossed her arms and stared at him unblinkingly.
He still stood there, while she moved slowly towards the dressing table. “Three.” Her tone held warning.
He still stood there, arms crossed across his buff chest. He was clearly eager to know what she would do if he didn’t move. He was amused actually, and Skye inwardly smirked.
“Last chance honey,” she teased, the adrenaline rushing through her body so rich and fluent it was almost tangible. “Four!” her tone hardened as she pulled out the drawer.
He rose a brow and she sent him a smile. “Your call,” she shrugged, giving him a moment to concede and leave.
The moment stretched into what seemed like eons and in those moments, she glanced around the room, noting the crumpled bed sheets, the pillows on the floor and then her eyes magnetized to one little red undergarment in the ruffled sheets.
That bitch’s thong!
All sense of reasoning got lost at that moment, and unhesitatingly she pulled the gun from the drawer.
“You better get the f*ck outta here before I shoot your dick off!”,she seethed.