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“Your heart’s racing. What’s wrong?”
And it was just at that moment that we heard the yelling and banging at his front door.
When his confused eyes looked into my calm ones, he immediately knew what I had done.
His eyes grew wide when he realized that I had betrayed him.
He jumped out of bed and grabbed his clothes from the floor. I pulled the sheets closer around me as if they would protect me from the grenades I knew he was about to start throwing at me.
“You called them? How could you do that to me?” he hissed. Then he started cursing under his breath.
He shook his head and gave me a hurt look as he scrambled to pull his pants on. I almost felt sorry but he had given me no choice. It was now or never.
“I’m sorry but I had to.”
His expression of hurt transformed into disgust and the look he gave me before pulling on his t-shirt could have turned me into stone. The knots in my stomach tightened.
“How could you? I thought you had my back.”
He plopped down onto the edge of the bed and shoved his foot into one of his shoes, only to realize that it was for the wrong foot.
I threw off the sheets and I tried to sit next to him but the dress I was still wearing from the night before had me all tangled up with the sheets, restraining me. When I grabbed his arm to slow him down, he pulled it away with enough force to destabilize me.
“Look, I had no choice,” I tried to explain.
I could feel the tears forming behind my eyes but I refused to let them flow. My brain knew that I had done the right thing but my heart didn’t agree. He got up from the bed and stared down at me like I was a total stranger.
I had never, ever seen him so angry at me before.
“You had a choice. And you made the wrong one.”
To be continued January 15, 2016
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