Deep Regression

No...Just Stop

It's a long drive home, but I got paid really good tonight. About seven hundred dollars. I hope Peter didn't visit the Peppermill, expecting me to be working, and I know that lying is wrong but...This could hurt him. He would never look at me the same or with the same love. I know it. My feet consciously climb the stair case up to my apartment. I need to tell him, it's a duty as a fiancé...Isn't it? Should I? Shouldn't I? I throw my stuff down on the countertop in the kitchen and then he's on the couch.
"Hey, How was your day?" I ask him.
Peter doesn't respond at first and he's onto me, I can sense it, feel it.
"I went to the Peppermill, and you weren't about, so I just figured that maybe you were on your lunch break. Then I the waitress where you were and she has never heard of you. So naturally I'm worried, but I look at the newspaper, page five where the advertisements are," He gets up and walks to the counter with the newspaper,"There is none other than a advertisement of the Venus Fly Trap Club and a list of their dancers."
I flinch as He slams it down on the counter. I'm at a loss for words, expressions, anything.
"Care to explain, Selena?" His eyes burning with hurt and rage.
"I needed a job Peter, pay the bills, so I found dancing. Sure it was dirty and exposed, but I love dancing. I love the exercise! It's beneficial to my body! Peter."
"WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME?!" He yells.
"DONT YELL AT ME! IVE DONE NOTHING WRONG!"
"WHAT BULLSHIT! YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME!"
"OH YA BECAUSE THATS WHAT EVERY ROOMMATE DREAMS OF HAVING."
"YOU KNOW WH-"
Peter is interrupted by the door opening and a voice squeaking through the crack.
"Peter?" The mellifluous voice called, a woman's voice.
Peter bows his head and rubs his eyebrows.
"Peter who is that?" Anger still boiling off me.
A short, beautifully built, woman with blonde hair crosses the room and to his side. My heart stops, no more heart beats. The pain that should've hurt like hell, seemed to drown me into numbness. I couldn't feel anything but hurt and shock. He's been cheating on me.
"Pe-Pet-Peter-"
"It's not what you think Sel!"
"DONT CALL ME THAT!" I scream at him.
Peter tries to come to my side and grab ahold of my arm while the woman just stands there. I won't let him, he's not allowed to do this any longer, and I know that I can't let him...no matter how real it felt.
"Sele-"
"STOP! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
I run from his hurt expression and into my room. Locking the door and packing as much of my things as possible.
"SELENA! DONT DO THIS!" he yells through the door.
I feel the stinging of tears in the back of my throat and the cracking of my heart.
Breathing coming and going harder and harder, gasping for air.
I grab my bag and shove open the door, pushing past Peter, and his mistress.
"You can't leave me Sel."
"Please don't." I whisper out to him.
Walking silently to the door I hit the handle and open it slightly.
"DONT GO! STAY." He yells through his own pain and tears.
"Ms. Sanders, I'm not associated with Mr. Codat in that way, I'm a-"
"Save it."
"SEL, YOUR-"
"NO! Just...stop, I'll be back for the rest of my things."
"So will I." Peter whispers.
walking out of that door was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I shut it on my heart and grow cold, bitter, and unhumane.