Vows of Deception: Something old, new, borrowed, and BLUE... by K. Harris

all through the room. Everything was in disarray. Moving from room to room effortlessly, Danni started to put her angry hands on anything that he cherished in their home. ‘Their home?’ ‘Their union.’ ‘The marital bed.’ Their happily ever after has been interrupted. As it seems probably not briefly, this interruption seems more permanent. His unconcealed disrespect was more than she could handle. The text book would insist she seek therapy for this issue, the woman in her is saying to hell with therapy. Divorce!
    Danni was now sitting in the bedroom that she shared with the bastard that stomped on her devotion to their vows. It only took her thirty minutes to destroy what took five years to perfect with him. His office, their living quarters, and his man cave was in shambles. The best thing that could happen at that point was if nature sent a tornado to come through and level the place. As sad as she felt, it wasn’t such a bad idea to just lay down and let the funnel suck her up as well. Her chest ached, her head hurt, and the tears left hot streaks down her face. The crazy part is she didn’t know if she was hurt, embarrassed, or just plain ole angry.
    “What the hell is this?” She heard Lamont yell from downstairs. The anger and confusion coming from him almost made her crack a smile in triumph. “DANIELLE?” She ignored his demanding calls. He insisted on shouting her name instead of searching for her.
    “Didn’t you hear me calling your name?”
    “The neighbors heard you’re shouting Lamont.” Danni said sarcastically with a smirk.
    “Why didn’t you answer me? Were we robbed? Did they take any valuables? Did you notify the police?” Danni laughed void of all humor at his questioning. The irony was comical. “What’s funny? Are you hurt?”
    “You. That’s what I find funny.” She spat. “You ran around frantic. Worrying about any materialistic things being missing. Asking did I call the police? Only if what you’ve stolen from me was a crime in the court of law. Of course I’m hurt. Why wouldn’t I be? After all I just found out my husband is some other sadistic asshole that I don’t even know.”
    “Tell me…”
    “SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!” She shouted. “I am sick of your overbearing ass always trying to tell me how you feel. I have something to say without your pompous ass interrupting me.”
    “YES, I was robbed. HELL YES, I’m hurt. YOU took something very valuable. TIME, you prick. The time I could have been spending on someone who would cherish me not try and change me.”
    “Did you do all of this?”
    “After everything I just said to you, that is all you got from that?”
    “HAVE YOU LOST YOUR DAMN MIND WOMAN?!”
    “I am pretty close to it.”
    “Destruction of property is against the law even if it is to be considered as jointly ours.”
    “So is domestic abuse.”
    “I haven’t laid a hand on you.”
    “News flash honey, no matter how many white women you stick your boring dick in your still black. Sorry to break your heart. So if I call with a complaint such as that, who do you think they will believe?”
    “Typical black woman behavior.”
    “You don’t even care that you hurt me, do you? Did you ever love me? What was I to you? I really need to understand your reasoning.”
    “You’re kidding right? You’re seriously trying to treat me like one of your patients.”
    “Would you just answer the questions?”
    “You are my wife. Point. Blank. Period. All you need to know is that.”
    “How long have you been cheating on me?”
    “It doesn’t really matter, now does it?”
    “Yes it does matter. Why can’t you answer my questions straight-forward?”
    “You are too sensitive to handle the truth.”
    “How long have you been boning Snow White?”
    “It has nothing to do with you who I am seeing and how long I have been seeing them. You couldn’t handle all of my truths so just give it a rest.”
    “Are you seriously going to sit here in my