And somehow even through it all she was still what I wanted most in the world. I was not too sure how healthy that was.

 

 

 

 

“Carmen?”

 

 

 

“Yes…..Shane….what can I do you for?” She slipped a little but righted herself.

 

 

 

“…..Carmen, we have work tomorrow…you haven’t called me….are you alright?”

 

 

 

“Alright….am I….alright? No…..nope not alright no……nope…”

 

 

 

“Carmen, are going you going to quit…or…..”

 

 

 

“Noooooo…..I am going to go to work…..yes…work….”

 

 

 

“What are these……?”

 

 

 

“Shane……they look like pictures……yes….where…did you get these?”

 

 

 

 

Carmen suddenly didn’t seem drunk anymore. She was leafing thru the photos and her drunken eyes met mine.

 

 

 

“So…..she told you huh?”

 

 

 

 

“Told me what? All she did was give me these picture…she said that you and her….had a lot of things in common. She made it sound like you where going to hurt me…..is that what your gonna do Carmen….hurt me?”

 

 

 

 

“She didn’t tell you….”

 

 

 

“Tell me what!”

 

 

 

“That we had fun together….that….we had a lot of……fun…..together.”

 

 

 

I wanted to shake her. Get her to tell me what I was fearing. What I knew to be true as soon as she saw the photo’s…..but what was the use. Really what was the fucking use?

 

 

 

“I love watching that brain work………Shane….I fucked her…and she fucked me….and we both fucked Bruce…..”

 

 

 

“……………………”

 

 

 

 

“Come on Shane….say something……..somethinggggg……”

 

 

 

 

“………….”

 

 

 

“Come on…tell me how…..fucked up I am….how I …….knew all along what was happening to you………..how she pointed you out to me…………how I won…………come on……….tell how much of a whore…..I am…..come on………tell me!”

 

 

 

 

 

“So you and Bruce just what…..traded for me…you won a bet or something?”

 

 

 

“No…………well…………no…….”

 

 

 

“Then tell me what the fuck is going on!”

 

 

 

 

“Its….a small town….and we…went to a lot of parties….and we did a lot of things…that we are not….well not we anymore because he left me…..couldn’t take it anymore…….but….”

 

 

 

“But what…I am different right? You have feelings for me….right? Just like Cheri…..right? Carmen…..everything about you is a messed up fucking lie…..”

 

 

 

“No……that is not true………………I never lied about what I feel about….you….never….lied…..about….that….nope….no………….….”

 

 

 

She slowly walked over to me. I could hear her foot steps on her nice floors. She dropped the bottle of whatever she was drinking on the floor right next to me. She put her arms around me and hugged me. I kept my hands at my side and tried to get out of her death grip. She grabbed my face and forced me to look at her. She looked crushed wounded that I knew the dirty truth about her. She wouldn’t look away from me so I had to look away from her. She grabbed my face again and kissed me so passionately that for a second I almost forgot that I was disgusted with her. Her hands roved down to my jeans and I felt it getting out of hand. So I pulled away from her. And I did my best to not tell her to drop dead.

 

 

 

 

“I’ll see you at work……………………sober up will ya…..…you stink……..…….”

 

 

 

 

There was something changing inside of me and I knew that it was not right. I drove as fast as her fancy car would take me. I felt like burning the town down. I drove all the way back HellL.A. Up and down the strip. All round thinking nothing but shock and that feeling of being duped. I got out of her car and left the keys in it. I turned the corner where the garage that held my Jetta was located and reclaimed a little piece of the old me.

 

 

 

 

To be continued…