DarkestDesires
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- Jun 25, 2007
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Maria groaned as the alarm clock blared loudly. She reached out blindly and pressed the off button and sank back against her pillow. Turning onto her side, she reached out for her husband Mike and was met with the cold sheet. Cursing, she climbed out of bed and pulled on her housecoat. She could tell by the smoothness of the sheet that her husband had not come to bed again last night. Slipping on her slippers she made her way down to the kitchen, looking into the living room to find Mike asleep on the couch, a light blanket thrown over his legs. She stood watching him for a minute, a sad look on her face, before moving to put on the coffee in the kitchen.
Maria had noticed lately that it had become more frequent that Mike did not come to bed than when he did. She had spent many nights alone in the big, empty bed upstairs while he slept down on the couch. She had always assumed that he had fallen asleep watching T.V., but, she swore she had heard the sound of the car leaving the driveway in the middle of the night. At the time she had thought it was the neighbour, now she was not so sure. Pouring a cup of coffee, she carried it to the living room and set it on the coffee table.
"Time to get up sleepy head," she said, shaking him softly before picking up his clothes off the floor. He rolled over and smiled at her before sitting up and picking up the coffee cup. "Thanks hun," he said sipping the coffee. "What time is it?"
Maria looked up at the clock and back at him. "You might want to rush babe, it is almost eight. Didn't you say you had a nine o'clock meeting today?" Mike jumped up off the couch with a curse and rushed out of the room. Maria shook her head as she headed to the laundry room, hearing the shower start up in the bathroom. A few minutes later, she heard the water stop and a minute later Mike appeared in the door of the laundry room, looking fresh and well dressed, as if he had been up for hours. She always joked with him that she hated him for his ability to get ready for work so fast.
"See you tonight," he said, kissing her on the cheek and rushing out of the room. Maria turned back to the laundry she was sorting as she heard the front door slam and his car back out of the driveway.
Reaching into the pockets of the pants he had been wearing the night before, she pulled out a bunch of papers and set them on the top of the dryer, not paying them any attention for the moment. Dropping his shirt on the floor, she bent over to pick it up, her eye catching a red stain on the collar. Her hands began to shake as she realized what it was, a fresh lipstick stain. Throwing the shirt into the washer, she picked up the papers from his pocket and began to read through them. It looked like it was going to end up just being a bunch of junk until she opened the last paper. It took her a minute to register that what she held in her hand was a hotel receipt for the night that had just passed.
Sinking against the wall, her hand shook as she felt the tears start to run down her face. Stumbling from the laundry room, she wiped the tears from her eyes and walked blindly to her bedroom. Picking up the phone beside the bed, she dialed a familiar number. She hadn't talked to her best friend since the day she had married Mike, having cut off all ties with her friends since they had never approved of her marrying Mike. Now he was the only person she could think of to turn to about this. She prayed that he hadn't changed his number and that he was home.
Maria had noticed lately that it had become more frequent that Mike did not come to bed than when he did. She had spent many nights alone in the big, empty bed upstairs while he slept down on the couch. She had always assumed that he had fallen asleep watching T.V., but, she swore she had heard the sound of the car leaving the driveway in the middle of the night. At the time she had thought it was the neighbour, now she was not so sure. Pouring a cup of coffee, she carried it to the living room and set it on the coffee table.
"Time to get up sleepy head," she said, shaking him softly before picking up his clothes off the floor. He rolled over and smiled at her before sitting up and picking up the coffee cup. "Thanks hun," he said sipping the coffee. "What time is it?"
Maria looked up at the clock and back at him. "You might want to rush babe, it is almost eight. Didn't you say you had a nine o'clock meeting today?" Mike jumped up off the couch with a curse and rushed out of the room. Maria shook her head as she headed to the laundry room, hearing the shower start up in the bathroom. A few minutes later, she heard the water stop and a minute later Mike appeared in the door of the laundry room, looking fresh and well dressed, as if he had been up for hours. She always joked with him that she hated him for his ability to get ready for work so fast.
"See you tonight," he said, kissing her on the cheek and rushing out of the room. Maria turned back to the laundry she was sorting as she heard the front door slam and his car back out of the driveway.
Reaching into the pockets of the pants he had been wearing the night before, she pulled out a bunch of papers and set them on the top of the dryer, not paying them any attention for the moment. Dropping his shirt on the floor, she bent over to pick it up, her eye catching a red stain on the collar. Her hands began to shake as she realized what it was, a fresh lipstick stain. Throwing the shirt into the washer, she picked up the papers from his pocket and began to read through them. It looked like it was going to end up just being a bunch of junk until she opened the last paper. It took her a minute to register that what she held in her hand was a hotel receipt for the night that had just passed.
Sinking against the wall, her hand shook as she felt the tears start to run down her face. Stumbling from the laundry room, she wiped the tears from her eyes and walked blindly to her bedroom. Picking up the phone beside the bed, she dialed a familiar number. She hadn't talked to her best friend since the day she had married Mike, having cut off all ties with her friends since they had never approved of her marrying Mike. Now he was the only person she could think of to turn to about this. She prayed that he hadn't changed his number and that he was home.