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The man and the whore

She finally sat upon the green couch, her legs ached from hours of cleaning and yet her mind wouldn’t switch off. Getting to her feet again she travelled into the bathroom. She pulled her knee length skirt up to her waist and dropped her white panties to the floor. The cold of the toilet seat shocked her thighs at first, but as always it passed. When she was finished and her clothes were back in place She stood in front of the bathroom mirror and studied her self. Dark bags ran deep under her eyes, she looked like an addict. Coming from a family like hers though drugs were one of the last things she would ever have touched. The bags were from stress and lack of sleep. Insomnia, the king of caffeine, when ever she closed her eyes, she worried. To keep moving was the only way of stopping her worries, silencing her mind. The result was her looking as though she had no care in her appearance. Her hands touched the clammy skin of her usually blossoming cheeks “come on Jane get a grip of yourself” she said to her reflection.

Jane hated making people worry about her, it wasn’t her intention for people to worry. It brought her no comfort or closure but people like family always have a way of worrying regardless, even over the littlest things. Her mother blamed Derrick, he had just started a new job and things had started to look up but then the arguments had started again. Who would of thought marriage would have been so hard, thought Jane to herself, she had expected after 10 years for things to get easier. That’s irony for you. She heard the sound of the front door open and she made her way to greet her husband. He had already disappeared into the bedroom. She followed suit.

The light from the living room spilled into the dark bedroom, giving the rose red walls a dark eerie glow. “how was work?” she asked from the door way. After the sound of a draw closing Derrick rolled over on to the bed “same as always” he said, taking off his jacket, he lay back down. His hands were shaking still. “what happened?” Jane said stepping into the room “ your shaking”. She was flooded with concern but stepped forward timidly. As if scared of rejection. “I’m fine” Said Derrick firmly. Jane sighed heavily as she sat on the bed with her back to Derrick.
“we never talk anymore” she almost whispered “what’s happened to us Derrick?”
“nothings happened to us!” he replied defensive, his mind obviously on other things. “Then why wont you talk to me?” she said softly, her eyes burned at the corners as she remembered a time when they used to never stop talking. When they were never bored of each others company. Then the arguments had started and the difficulty had begun.
“look Jane I’m not in the mood for a discussion ok! Just leave it!” Derrick turned onto his side and closed his eyes. He was fighting the urge to scream, he didn’t want to tell Jane what he had just done, but the guilt was eating him up. He didn’t want to upset her, that was never what he intended to do. Sometimes no matter how hard you fight, love was lost. You could fight to get it back but what a hard battle that would be. He didn’t want to leave Jane, if he thought the solution was that easy he would of left already. He thought that maybe he needed to taste the fruits of another, but after giving into the temptation of the apple, Derrick found that his heart ached for Jane.
“I love you, you know. I want to make this work but …its hard” Jane spoke up from the darkness within the room, she had stood to close the door, and now she stood removing her blue top. “I want us to go back to how we used to be!” she said dropping her top to the floor. “ I want you to want the same” the sound of her skirts zip slipped around the quiet dark room. “what are you doing?” asked Derrick his voice shaking slightly from nerves. “I’m making the first step” said Jane’s voice from in front of him, he new her face was some where with in the darkness. Jane reached for his hand and placed it upon her breast. “you want to make this work…..don’t you?” she asked him. Derrick closed his mind to his guilt and kissed his wife.