Night Scene (part 4)

I was devastated. So devastated.

The mystery calls, the late night runs, the unexpected trips…they were all lies.

How could he?

After all I sacrificed for him, everything I put up with him… 
How could Terrel do this to me?

I cried in the lap of my next door neighbor, a sweet elderly lady in her mid sixties. Mrs. Heldred was her name. 
She caressed my head as I cried into her lap. 

My entire body was numb except for the pain of my hand that Mrs. Heldred neatly wrapped with scraps of cloth she found around her home and some medicated ointment.

My knuckles were aching, swollen, and bruised.

My mind immediately recapped the incident that happened less than four hours ago…

The look on Terrel’s face when I turned off the music. The look of guilt and shame. There was no way he could lie out of this one.

Lying on his back getting fucked by his secretary on top!

I knew something about those two wasn’t right. And when I would casually question him about it I was brushed off or ridiculed. 

So there I stood, stunned. In front of my naked husband and his naked bitch in MY BED!

“Oh my God!” was her reply.
“Aww damn!” was his reply.

The look on his face drained the energy out of me.
I fell to my knees and took a deep breath. I felt faint and weak.

He jumped from the bed and I felt his arms around my waist trying to console me.

“Tonya, baby it’s not what you think…please baby please,” he begged

Then an inner strength rose within me, almost demonic. 

“FUCK YOU!” I screamed. My body shook. The anger within me felt as though it drained from my body into my fist... and before I knew it I took a swing right into his nose. A haze went over my eyes and I felt myself swinging into his jaw and into his chest…

He laid on the floor yelling, “Please Tonya, please, I’m sorry….” 

The bitch leaped from the bed with MY sheet wrapped around her and attempted to run out the bedroom. 
I caught her by her hair and began dragging her on the floor to the bathroom. She screamed until Terrel pulled me away from her. I took another swing at Terrel that brought me to my senses again. His nose begin to bleed terribly and I just stood there….tears streaming down my face.

The neighbors called the cops. I was already broken up emotionally when the cops arrived.
Terrel and my neighbor begged them not to take me in…explaining to them what happened. That’s when they turned me over to my neighbor.

Terrel called almost every five minutes. 
He knew how I felt about adultery. He knew how much I despised it. 

He felt my pain when I revealed to him the story of my past…of how my family was split up over my dad’s many affairs. My mom never pulled herself together from what my dad did to her and I never forgave him.

My heart just hurt and I felt so betrayed. How could he….how could Terrel do this to me. The actual act didn’t hurt as much as the lies and disrespect.

Mrs. Heldred was wonderful. She offered to keep me until I was ready to move on. 

I couldn’t go back to my home. It didn’t feel like home anymore.
I had to get out of LA. This place was starting to sicken me. I had to leave.

Two days later… 

“The next flight will be leaving in a couple of hours,” said the ticket agent “One way or two way?”

Before I knew it I blurted out, “One way.”

For the first time I did not know what I was going to do. I made no plans. I had no itinerary. I had no reservations for a hotel. I just went.

Seattle was such a place of relaxation. Very quiet and beautiful.
Night Scene was doing very well in Seattle and I even opened a restaurant across the street from it.

But I didn’t want to have anything to do with the business. I just needed time alone and time to think.

I checked into Xavier Suites at the Reservoir.
I sat in bed staring out the patio at Mt. Rainier and fell asleep.

…A soft hand came from behind me and started caressing my breast. I gasp and held my breath until she whispered in my ear, so sweet and so soft. “I’ll never hurt you.”
I grabbed that hand, kissed it and felt the softness of her body on my back. I laid my head back against her breast and she held me while tears streamed down my closed eyes. She pulled herself around, straddled my hips. I could feel her soft arms around my neck as she pulled herself closer to me. I could smell the scent of her hair, her cologne. Her lips lightly touched mine sending a wave of heat all over my body…I opened my eyes and looked into the bluest eyes. My heart stopped…it was Jasmine.

“Jasmine.” I said. 

I immediately awaken. 
I sat up looking around the dark room as the shadows from the night played against the walls.

It was 3:30 in the morning.
Looking down at the sweaty clothes I fell asleep in. I took a shower and crawled back into bed.
I flicked on the television and landed on an old classic romance film. 

My mind drifted back to the dream I had.
I closed my eyes and recapped the dream. I smiled realizing how happy and how good I felt when Jasmine touched me.

I always put the thoughts of Jasmine aside when I got with Terrel because I wanted to be totally devoted to him.
I knew the thoughts of Jasmine would cause me to desire her and go after her. 
I suppressed thoughts of Jasmine for so long until I was feeling guilty for thinking about her even now.
But I couldn’t stop.
My thoughts went back to our first night together. The same hotel that I was checked into now….different room of course. 

My pussy twitched at the thought of us pleasing each other sexually. Running my hands over her body and letting it stop over her wet pussy.

I let my head fall back into the headboard while I daydreamed about my secret love and was soon asleep.

I must’ve been tired because I slept another eight hours.

I looked out the window at a nearby trail that looked forever so inviting.

I put on a jogging suit, tied my hair back in a ponytail, put tennis shoes on and was out the door.

I can’t remember the last time I jog but it was definitely a while ago. 
The first 15 minutes was hard…but after my second wind kicked in I was smooth sailing. 

I welcomed the cool breeze that hit the sweat beading on my forehead.
Each step was therapeutic. My mind was clear, everything seemed brighter…

If I could just make it to the end of the trailway….”come on” I pushed myself….”A few more steps”….my legs begin to tighten….”Oh no you don’t” I pushed….”Come on, come on, come on.” 

I reached the end of the trailway with one big halt. Panting hard, I bent over trying to catch my breath. I looked around trying to find a water fountain for my dry mouth. 

I looked around the park dotted with a few people sprawled out over the lawn enjoying the beautiful Saturday.

I spotted a snack stand and jogged towards it. 
After purchasing my drink I headed for the room.

The wind shifted funny…or was it just me. I slowed down and began carefully looking around me feeling my sixth sense kick in. The feeling in my stomach confirmed that something was about to happen.

I walked up to a huge evergreen tree and sat under it…and I waited for it to happen.

And it happened…

While drinking my water, I saw a woman across the lawn staring.
I couldn’t make out the clarity of her face but I didn’t have to see her to know who it was. The reaction of my body: the knot in my throat, the fluttering in my stomach all confirmed that this person staring was my love, Jasmine.

She had a guy with her, probably her husband. I didn’t want to find out. I didn’t want to know that my love was taken. 

I looked at her again and “the guy” was now curious as to what was taking her attention away.

I looked down and away as he briefly scanned the park. 

I looked up again and caught her eye. I wasn’t sure of what to do. She was with a man who was probably her husband and I didn’t want to interfere if he was. But I couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy that came over me. It was hard looking into the eyes of the woman that I loved and carried a torch for so long. 

Was it sadness in her eyes? Was she still upset with me? It was hard to tell.
She finally looked down and away. 

I stared at her long and hard again. Her breast were full, her hips were fuller. She was older of course, and more desirable. I couldn’t make out her face but I knew she was more beautiful than before. I stared at her hoping she would look up again….and see in my eyes how sorry I was for hurting her before. I wanted her to see in my eyes how much I appreciated the short time we spent together. I wanted her to see how I wished I could relive those moments with her again. I wanted her to see how much I still loved her.