Slipping
So I’m pretty sure Heath is going to call anytime now. How much do you want to bet he’s going to freak out? Like he won’t, he has to. Think about it- I visited his house and pretty much told his wife we’d been making love. I mean I thought she was going to lose the baby right then and there. How funny would’ve that been? Like I said, it’s a guarantee he’s going to be pissed.
I bet the phone will ring any sec.
I told myself that when he calls I’m going to stay calm. Even if he calls me names, I won’t get upset. But I don’t think that’ll happen. He loves me too much.
Almost been a day and still no call. What the eff? Jeez, you think maybe he did something to her? I should check the news.
So there’s been nothing about a murder-suicide on the news or Internet or anything. Not here anyway.
Do I call him or her? Wait, I do need to return the pictures. That’d be the friendly thing to do.
* * *
People with lawns this nice scare me. I mean seriously freak me out. Like who gives a crap about a lawn? Hello, it’s just grass, doesn’t have to be perfect. Heath obviously thinks so though. Though I’ll admit, he sure looks good pushing a lawnmower.
“Hey there?”
Neither of them heard me. Denise didn’t even see me. Her fat ass was bent over digging in the dirt. Heath saw me though. He acted like he didn’t, but I know he did. Why do you think he sucked in his belly?
“Can I help you?”
I smiled. “Is that you,” I asked, arms held out.
As soon as Denise heard my voice she looked up, barely contained anger flashing across her face. Forced confusion across his.
“Come on,” I continued, “don’t act like you don’t remember. It’s me, Liz.”
“Liz,” he replied. Then in a bit of acting not nearly convincing as my own, flashed an exaggerated smile. “Holy shit, what has it been, five years?”
By this time Denise had stood up and was glaring at me.
I stopped short. “Hello Denise.” I offered her my hand.
She spotted the manila envelope. “Done with the pictures so soon?”
“Yeah.” I smiled. “Didn’t take too long to scan them.”
“Pictures,” Heath said, walking over to Denise. “What pictures?”
“What do you mean what pictures.” I laughed and handed her the envelope. “I made copies of a few I thought you’d like.”
“What pictures,” he asked again, this time his voice cracked.
I pulled the envelope back. “Well embarrassing ones of course.”
Denise rolled her eyes. “Liz needed pictures for your class reunion honey. She stopped by a few days ago to pick them up.”
“Why didn’t you tell me she stopped by,” he asked, the color slowly returning to his face.
“Yeah,” I added, “why didn’t you tell him I stopped by?”
“I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to,” she replied. And then looking at me, she smiled and added, “And to be honest, until I saw you just now I completely forgot you even stopped by.”
I smiled back. Whatever bitch.
* * *
Now I’m not normally a fan of violence, but if ever someone deserved to be punched in the gut or bled to death it would be that skank. I can’t figure out if she didn’t believe me or is just that pathetic. I mean who wouldn’t tell their husband some chick just told them she did him recently? You can believe I would.
But she will as soon as she sees the extra pictures I returned. Unless of course she enjoys seeing her husband’s dick in someone else’s hmm hmm. Or his face for that matter.
* * *
I don’t know what the goddamn deal is, but I haven’t heard shit from Heath and it’s been almost a week. You know she had to have opened the damn envelope. God what I would have given to see her face when she saw them. I wonder if she knew how much he liked anal?
If she didn’t, she will.
* * *
Seriously, what the fuck? Why hasn’t he called? If Heath and I were married and some dude gave him pictures of his cock in my ass you better believe he’d call me on it. And you know what I’d do as soon as I got done dropped on my butt? I’d call the guy and tell him that if he wanted my ass so bad all he had to do was ask 
Yeah right, I’d probably kill the fucker.
Jesus, would you listen to me. I sound like a crazy schitzo or something. But I’m so not crazy it isn’t even funny. I’m just a little upset.
And you can understand that, right? I mean, hello, who’s the one who got totally screwed in this deal? Ha, ha, I mean that metaphorically. Seriously, you think I would’ve left Will if I knew this would happen? Of course I wouldn’t have. I loved him. And now looks what’s happened to me.
Heath doesn’t know what it’s like to hurt this bad. What would he care anyway. I mean look at him, he’s acting like everything is hunky dorey.
By the way, did I tell you I quit the museum? I know, crazy isn’t it? I couldn’t take it anymore. All I got to say is that don’t ever work for a person named Dr. Lavelle- they’re probably a cunt.
I can’t believe I just said that. Cunt. Who even says that anymore? It sounds so mean. I like it. More people deserve to be called cunts I think.
Anyway, I’m done with that upity bitch and all her errands. Like I need a job. My dad said he’d take care of me no matter what.
But I’m drifting here. We were talking about Heath and how he has no idea what real emotional pain is. I mean he’s the guy who never got dumped. He’s the one who always got whatever he wanted.
Back in high school every girl wanted him but I wanted him more. And even though I was totally his best girl friend, we never dated. Yeah, he was my first – I was telling the truth on that- but it was a one time deal and we were drunk. He said it wasn’t. He said he’d always loved me and promised we’d be together but he was full of crap. That was the last time I ever saw his dick until a few months ago.
I should have know he was a goddamn lying piece of shit. I guess my problem was that I loved him too much. But don’t think I’m an idiot or anything. He told me he was leaving her and if there’s one thing I believe in it’s that you trust the ones you love.
Until they break your heart.
* * *
I’m calling that bitch. Right now. Fuck her if she thinks she can ignore me.
Pick up the goddamn phone, whore.
“Hello.”
“Hi Denise.”
“Oh hi Liz. I’d been meaning to call you.”
“You don’t say.”
“Yes. I wanted to tell you how much I liked the pictures you sent over.”
“Really?”
“In fact, I liked them so much I thought others would too.”
“I figured Heath would like them.”
“Not Heath. He hasn’t seen them.”
“No?” This was weird.
“Really Liz, did you think I would show him such filthy things?”
“So what do you mean?”
“You’re a bright girl,” she replied. “I’m sure you can figure it out.”
“Who did you show them to? Your fat skanky friends?”
“There’s no need to get upset Liz.”
“I’m not upset bitch.”
“What’s your email address?”
“What the fuck do you need that for,” I asked.
“To send you the link to your pictures.”
“You didn’t.”
“Actually, I’ll send you a few links.”
“You wouldn’t do that to him.”
“Of course not,” she replied, “I blurred out his face.”
“You fucking cunt.”
“You look good though,” she said, ignoring my comment. “A little heavy, but I think it was the lighting.”
“You’re lying…”
“He’ll never leave us Liz,” she interrupted. “He loves us.”
“He loves me,” I shot back.
“No, he just loved fucking you.”
“He promised he’d leave.”
“And he promised me he wouldn’t.”
“He cheated on you.”
She exhaled deeply. “And I will forgive him.”
“You can’t trust him.”
“But I can trust him Liz. You can’t, but I can.”
I started to cry. I can’t believe I’m crying.
“Liz,” she said, voice softening. “You need to move on hon.”
“He loves me,” I whispered.
“It’s over,” she whispered back.
I shook my head at the phone. “He loves me.”
“No Liz,” she said, “he hates you.”
And then she hung up.
