Free Fallen by Quiana

Worst come to worst and if Jay was crazy, I hoped that my cry was loud enough for the neighbors to hear. My cry increased as I felt a sting from his left hand on the side of my face. Shocked and hurt, I sat down on the living room steps and tried to calm myself down, I knew he would make no remorseful attempts. Jay had never put his hands on me, and I knew I deserved it.

    My husband went into a rage. “One of my customers felt the need to tel me about my wife’s whereabouts.” He said.

    “They went on to tel Jay that they knew it wasn’t their place, but they wanted to make sure that I knew that my wife’s car was parked on their block almost every night for the past month.” He went on to tel the story.

    “Who?”

    “Oh no,” he said, “not my wife. Not the mother of my three sons, the one I’ve been married to almost her whole life, she wouldn’t be sneaking out on me.”

    Halfway through his story I zoned out and he sounded like I was hearing him underwater. My mind felt like a race track as I tried to figure out who could’ve been teling my husband about what I was doing. Who could possibly care enough to spread my business as if it was their place? Why would they even care? I was nauseous.

    “You disgust me!” He shouted. “You’re sleeping with your son’s friend? Are you that desperate and washed up for attention that you are wiling to fuck up a marriage and friendships for sex?”

    “No, Jay I’m not.”

    “Don’t lie to me Ramae.” He spat.

    Seeing him standing over top of me, eyes red and streams pouring out of them, voice deep and belowing through the house al matters of regret sunk in to the fulest.

    “I’m sorry Jay!” I cried.

    Never in our life time had Jay ever rejected my tears. As he watched me cry my plea al I wanted was for him to reach out and touch me. I knew I was wrong, but I wanted to know that he was stil my husband, stil the man I knew. The man in front of me was a stranger. A yeling, crying, crazed stranger, I never expected to wreck his emotions like this. I couldn’t have prepared myself for this reaction. My stomach couldn’t take the numerous emotions overtaking my body. I ran to the kitchen trashcan and threw up my entire lunch. As I cleaned myself up at the sink my heart sank even more. Sounds of Jay rummaging through my pocketbook scratched my ears like fingernails on a chalkboard.

    “Don’t come looking this way now!”

    “Get off of my phone Jay!” I screamed scared for what evidence he might have come across.

    “What’s in the phone Ramae?” He held the phone out of my reach swinging it in the air preventing me from getting it back.

    “Jay I’m sorry!”

    My failed attempt to wrestle the phone out of his hands landed me on the floor from him flinging me off of him.

    “This must be where the good stuff is.” He held the phone tight. “Get the fuck out.”

    I sat in a daze for a second trying to get a hold of the situation. This was too much. I didn’t know how to salvage anything right then or even if I should at the very moment.

    “Jay please, Jamir and Jalal wil be home soon.”

    Sitting on the floor, helpless as ever, I begged Jay to calm down and talk upstairs. By now his eyes were dry but stil red. His demeanor grew colder and unforgiving and I saw little hope in his disposition to aid my request.

    “Get the fuck out of my house.” He said sternly.

    I hesitated for a minute before picking myself up from off the ground. Finaly I got up and made my way to the staircase to grab some of my things, but Jay’s hand wrapped around my arm to stop those efforts. I snapped around confused about his gesture, but his grip was too strong to get out of.

    “You’re not taking shit out of this house! Everything in here belongs to us and the kids you don’t get to keep anything! Get the fuck out!”

    Jay griped my arm tighter as he puled me towards the front door. I tried to hold onto the rail but that only caused him to drag me