Free Her Sweet Betrayal by Tywanda Brown Page B

can’t get the hell out of my house. Honey you can go to your room and bring me all your gadgets!” mom yelled before leaving the living room.
    “Honey I’m sorry I caused so much drama tonight,” Brent said while he leaned up against his car.
    “No need to apologize, it was really my fault about tonight. I shouldn’t have come on to you,” I responded holding my head down in shame.
    Walking up to me, Brent lifted my head up and kissed me softly on the lips.
    “Technically it was my fault, I should’ve thought with my big head and not my little one. It’s over and done with now, so no need to stress over things we cannot change,” Brent responded while releasing my face. He then turned and walked away, getting into his car and leaving. Leaving me to stand outside alone lost in my thoughts.
    I stood there not knowing what to do as I watched him back out the driveway and drive off into the night. Once his car was out of sight, I turned around trying to mentally prepare myself for a long night of yelling.
    “Stephan better be able to save me, or I’m singing like a canary,” I thought as I walked into the house and headed towards my room to pack up all my electronics. Grabbing my cell phone and tablet I headed towards my parent’s bedroom.
    I knocked on the door before walking in on my mother, crying while turning up the bottle of gin.
    “Here’s all my stuff,” I said passing what I considered my life lines over towards my mother.
    Looking up at me with fresh tears in her eyes she rolled them at me before taking the electronics, but never uttered a word to me.
    “Where’s Stephan headed this time of night?” I noticed his car was gone,” I inquired slowly walking towards my mother.
    “Oh now you want to be his keeper!” Yelled my mother as she stood up in my face, like she was daring me to say something she didn’t like.
    “Look mom, I’m sorry for disrespecting you a couple weeks ago and here tonight. I deserve whatever punishment you see fit. All I ask is for you to be easy on Brent, you see…”
    “Honey, you’re not sorry. You’re sorry you got caught, so don’t stand here and try to play the innocent daughter role, because it’s a little too late for that. And as for Brent, he will no longer be your concern after tomorrow,” she replied interrupting me as she walked towards the door signaling for me to leave.
    I put my head down as the tears started to form in my eyes.
    “Tomorrow maybe my last time seeing the man I fell in love with,” I thought as I started heading out the door before my mom grabbed my arm.
    “You disappoint me Honey Bee Jones,” mom said letting go of my arm and slamming the door in my face.
    I ran to my room, closed my door, and grabbed the bear Brent gave me and cried myself to sleep.

 
    Stephan
    Waking up with world’s biggest headache, I rolled over to send my wife’s call to voicemail for the fiftieth time. After hitting ignore, I got out the bed and headed towards the bathroom.
    As I was closing the door I heard my phone going off again, knowing that it was just Tina calling again I decided not to answer the phone. I just pulled off my boxers and hopped into the shower.
    While in the shower, I replayed yesterday’s events over in my head. Just thinking about everything that transpired the day before, I instantly got upset and repeatedly punched the tile in the shower until my hand started to bleed.
    Unknowing to me, I had just broken the knuckles in my right hand. Yes I was in pain, but my emotional pain was over shadowing my physical pain.
    Leaning against the shower; the same tile I just abused, I used to support me while I cried.
    After crying for about ten minutes, the pain from the broken knuckles started to surface. I got out the shower and wrapped my bloody, now swollen hand in a towel.
    Once I had my right hand securely wrapped in a towel, using my left hand to quickly dry off, knowing that I needed to leave the hotel now, or I would be late for