Temptations Page 2

The Pain

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  Two Months later.

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  The room was tenebrous. A tiny light escaped between the spaces of the curtains. The heat of a powerful spring shook the small town with strength and made a presence in the night. The merely opened window let the small amount of fresh air that existed in the mountains come in. Susy loved it.

  —Oh my God, baby. What’s going on today? I don’t recognize you —Susy whispered.

  —Please, my love, have you gone wild or are you one of those vampires from those teenage movies? —She smiled while she surrounded her husband’s neck with her harms. But Oscar was not getting distracted, she was his prey and he did not stop attacking. Without mercy he’d go down from her neck to her breasts, with no pause, restless. You could say that Oscar was working to get that A+ in the subject “all for pleasure” and he was about to get it.

  Susy was in the edge of the abysm. Her sanity had abandoned her and she could only focus on the sensations that her skin was sending her. Heat and cold attacked her at the same time. Tiny drops of sweat ran down her forehead. Her body was doing for release and she could not hold it any longer.

  —My love, don’t stop. Please. No… Almost, yes… It’s been a long time since I had this feeling, it seems like a…

  “ I'm walking on sunshine wohhh, I'm walking on sunshine Woohh, I'm walking on sunshine woohh”.

  —What was happening? —Her body was on fire and was trying to react and sit on the bed, but her mind… that was something else. Her mind could not come back from Morpheus’ arms.

  For weeks she could not rest but, lastly, after many linden teas and many weeks of trying she surrendered to a pleasant dream.

  The cellphone kept singing, “I’m walking on sunshine wohh…”

  Oh please, damn the time when I chose that melody as a ringer for my alarm.

  But that was her favorite song. Or at least it use to be when better times were happening. Who would’ve thought that this would happen, at that time she was feeling loved and respected, but now…

  —Oh my God! What now? Why me? —Her tears feel silently down her cheeks, still red from her dream of an unsatisfied desire.

  —Why? Why? Were the only words that came out of her throat? It has been a month and she could not stop repeating them.

  —Why! —She screamed at the pillow that was covering her face and she held with all her strength, like it was the only thing that would never abandon her.— All my live. I gave you all my life. It was only you. Always you, always you. You were the first and the last of my thoughts each day. You still are!

  —This time, her nervousness got a hold on her and as she moved the glass of water that was placed on the side table of her bed flew away and crashed on the closed door of the bedroom.

  —No, this can’t be true! —That bitch fooled him. Yes, that woman was to blame for all her suffering.

  Their marriage was sinking and it was that miserable woman’s entire fault.

  Yeah, those bitches always act without thinking; they don’t care if they destroy a marriage or a family. They only think about themselves.

  —Bitch, bitch, and a thousand times bitch! If I only knew the first time I saw you —but how a faithful housewife could’ve known that the woman she just got introduced to, was going after her husband? A year! They told her that Oscar was leading a double life for a year.

  —Oh God…Could I have been any more stupid? —She asked herself. So many times she ran to the Laundromat before it closed so that he had his suit ready for the next day… How many afternoons she ironed those horrendous cotton shirts that, even though would not stop showing wrinkles, she loved because they had amazing vivid colors, that would stand out his eyes. Those eyes that were capable of illuminating the darkest night. Please, she had ben so stupid, putting himself in front of her, only to find out that her dear husband was enjoying somebody else’s caresses.

  —I’m so stupid! No. This situation is not real. I’m going to wake up now. Yes, I’m going to wake up… —Susy will wake up from her nightmare and everything would go back to be like before. Oscar and her would have a happy marriage and a happy love live… Happy and in love? Had she ever been happy and in love? They didn’t act around each other like they use to but what marriage didn’t lose that sparkle from the first years?

  Love evolves, changes, it’s impossible that the flame burns like it did in the very beginning of the relationship. That happens to all the couples in the world, doesn’t it? She asked her self the same question over and over. She was trying to lie to herself, creating a theory that she could never prove.

  —Time will turn us into friend, road companions, passion changes, it transforms… like everything in this universe. —That’s what her best friend Mia use to repeat her, “Dear Susy, everything in the universe transforms, and nothing gets lost”. Of course Mia wasn’t talking about the passion between a man and a woman, but why should we apply it in that case as well? It fit as well, Oscar and her had turned the passion into something else, but what?

  Her brain could not even put one and one together.

  A month went by since it all blew up. Almost a month since she spends the night walking around the house, unable to sleep. Almost a month leaving with a foggy, dizzy mind.

  As much as she was trying to get through each day and even if her heart was aching with the biggest pain, the truth is that that bitch had attracted her husband with the pretense of a fake passion. She had fooled him with her sexy hips, her painted smile and her always-available erotic mood.

  Oscar was a man… And, of course, like most of them, he felt on her net, but she only needed to show her husband that the love that united the marriage was changed but that it still existed hiding in a corner.

  —Yes! That’s it! He will come back. I just have to show him. I have to make him see and then he will realize that he loves me and that he wants to come back.

  —Yes, he is coming back. But now I need a piece of bread — and she passed out hugging the pillow that Oscar used while reading. The tiredness had beat her but, for the first time in a month she had a plan.

  —He will come back, he will come back, she whispered as she passed out surrendered to the fatigue.