glare stopped me in my tracks. I didn’t know what the hell was going on. But I did know that I never did anything with Brad’s father. That much I was certain of.
I saw red.
“Do you really think I would do something like this? Huh? That I could hurt you by doing this lie!” I yelled, balling up the picture and throwing it at him.
When he didn’t answer me, it infuriated me even further. “Fucking answer me!”
He closed the distance between us, fast. Getting in my face, his nostrils were flared from his anger. His eyes looked pure black from his anger. He looked crazed, that at any moment he was about to break. “The fucking proof was in your mother fucking hands, Claire!”
I stood toe to toe with him, my cheeks burning bright red from my anger. “It’s a fucking lie, Brad! I would never do something like this to you. Why the fuck would I?”
“Money…Cock…I don’t know, take your mother fucking pick. But what I do know is,” he stopped ranting to walk back to where he was, picking the picture up off the ground. Unfolding it, he stalked back over to me. “Pictures. Do. Not. Lie, you scheming bitch.”
The tears fell faster down my face. Brad had never spoken to me like this before. I couldn’t wrap my mind around what was happening right now. It was like I was throwed into an alternate universe. Where the whole world, my whole world was trying to fall apart. Where Brad went from being the most amazing person ever, to this devil that stood in front of me. Paint him red and give him a pitchfork and that’s what he would be.
“Brad, I promise…I did not sleep with your father. He’s like a dad to me for Christ’s sake.” I wiped my eyes before reaching for him. He back away, which broke my heart even more.
“Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me.” His gravelly voice barked out as he took a step back. “I do not want to see you again. Ever! Now get the fuck out of here.”
When I didn’t make a move to go, he leaned toward me, whispering in my ear. “You’re nothing to me. Now get the fuck out of here.”
Dropping the picture, I turned and ran away from him. The one person who I thought was my entire life. Turned out to be nothing more than a fantasy, a fairytale. I should have known that everything was going too good to be true. Something always comes along and fucks everything up. Not only have I let my heart get broke by him once, but twice. I thought he had changed when we got back together. That nothing would be able to tear us apart.
I was so wrong.
Racing like a bat out of hell from his driveway, I speeded home. The tears getting so bad I had to stop just a short ways up the road. Putting my car in park, I let the sobs over take me. It felt like someone was ripping my heart to shreds. I loved Brad with all my heart. There was nothing that I wouldn’t do for him. I would go to the ends of the earth to please that man. But in one moment, where I needed him the most. He chose a lie over me. He chose to believe a snake over the woman he supposedly loved.
I’m not saying that the situation looked bad, because it did. You would need a serious Photoshop program to get that picture to look like one taking from a camera. It took me a few minutes to find where the program didn’t work out to well. However, there was one little small detail that Brad didn’t see on the picture that I had. I saw it the moment he handed the picture back to me. When I tried to explain it to him, he just told me to get the fuck out of there.
If he loved me like he said he did, he would have noticed that wasn’t my body. It was strikingly
I saw red.
“Do you really think I would do something like this? Huh? That I could hurt you by doing this lie!” I yelled, balling up the picture and throwing it at him.
When he didn’t answer me, it infuriated me even further. “Fucking answer me!”
He closed the distance between us, fast. Getting in my face, his nostrils were flared from his anger. His eyes looked pure black from his anger. He looked crazed, that at any moment he was about to break. “The fucking proof was in your mother fucking hands, Claire!”
I stood toe to toe with him, my cheeks burning bright red from my anger. “It’s a fucking lie, Brad! I would never do something like this to you. Why the fuck would I?”
“Money…Cock…I don’t know, take your mother fucking pick. But what I do know is,” he stopped ranting to walk back to where he was, picking the picture up off the ground. Unfolding it, he stalked back over to me. “Pictures. Do. Not. Lie, you scheming bitch.”
The tears fell faster down my face. Brad had never spoken to me like this before. I couldn’t wrap my mind around what was happening right now. It was like I was throwed into an alternate universe. Where the whole world, my whole world was trying to fall apart. Where Brad went from being the most amazing person ever, to this devil that stood in front of me. Paint him red and give him a pitchfork and that’s what he would be.
“Brad, I promise…I did not sleep with your father. He’s like a dad to me for Christ’s sake.” I wiped my eyes before reaching for him. He back away, which broke my heart even more.
“Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me.” His gravelly voice barked out as he took a step back. “I do not want to see you again. Ever! Now get the fuck out of here.”
When I didn’t make a move to go, he leaned toward me, whispering in my ear. “You’re nothing to me. Now get the fuck out of here.”
Dropping the picture, I turned and ran away from him. The one person who I thought was my entire life. Turned out to be nothing more than a fantasy, a fairytale. I should have known that everything was going too good to be true. Something always comes along and fucks everything up. Not only have I let my heart get broke by him once, but twice. I thought he had changed when we got back together. That nothing would be able to tear us apart.
I was so wrong.
Racing like a bat out of hell from his driveway, I speeded home. The tears getting so bad I had to stop just a short ways up the road. Putting my car in park, I let the sobs over take me. It felt like someone was ripping my heart to shreds. I loved Brad with all my heart. There was nothing that I wouldn’t do for him. I would go to the ends of the earth to please that man. But in one moment, where I needed him the most. He chose a lie over me. He chose to believe a snake over the woman he supposedly loved.
I’m not saying that the situation looked bad, because it did. You would need a serious Photoshop program to get that picture to look like one taking from a camera. It took me a few minutes to find where the program didn’t work out to well. However, there was one little small detail that Brad didn’t see on the picture that I had. I saw it the moment he handed the picture back to me. When I tried to explain it to him, he just told me to get the fuck out of there.
If he loved me like he said he did, he would have noticed that wasn’t my body. It was strikingly
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