I felt nervous about going to Viv’s home and it wasn’t even anything to do with the threat of an angry husband to deal with, it was just the thought of seeing her again.
I don’t think I could deny my feelings for her any longer, I know what this thing between me and her was supposed to be but like it or not it had evolved into something else. I clutched the big bouquet of flowers I’d bought for her, that in itself was something I didn’t do very often, a lame gesture to cement the fact that I was sorry gripped in my hand anxiously while I waited for her to answer the front door, a dog barked inside loudly, the door opened slowly and there she stood my dream, dressed in ripped jeans and a white vest top, she obviously no longer felt the need to cover up now it was all out In the open or maybe she was challenging me, seeing how I dealt with being faced with her scars again.
“Hey” we both said at the same time, smiling at one another she certainly didn’t look like she was holding a grudge against me as she stepped aside for me to enter her home.
“I’m sorry about how I acted the other night, I don’t know why I was like that" I say softly, taking her little hand In mine. “for you" I hand her the flowers.
“Thank you, but I think I made it worse by carrying on keeping up this stupid pretense all this time, keeping my name and body from you, I didn’t help the situation“ Her selflessness in shouldering part of the blame and not lashing out at me, surprises me. I think she’s about to tell me more but instead she pulls my hand to move me along behind her but instead I tug her back against my chest enjoying the feeling of her on me again before crouching down and stealing a kiss from her, when I try and deepen it she pushes me away “Not here Marshall" she sounds serious and I hold my hands up in defeat.
“Come with me, I want you to meet someone" her voice is shaking and she looks anxious all of a sudden, my own anxiety rising as I let her take me by the hand and lead me throughout the house, if I wasn’t so busy thinking about if she had a kid or a pet she wanted to introduce me too, I might have noticed the medical equipment dotted here and there, I might have noticed the ramps throughout the single floored house but I was too distracted by thoughts of her really.
Something catches my eye and I turn watching as a guy slowly appears from another room in a wheelchair, it’s not an ordinary wheelchair either, I notice he’s blowing into a pipe to make it move, she drops my hand like its burning her suddenly, once he’s directly in front of me he gives me a critical once over, his eyes meeting mine and I feel the weight of his glare before he speaks in a strange hybrid of an American and Australian accent “Don’t be rude Jasmin, introduce me to the man who’s fucking my wife “ he doesn’t remove his eyes from me and I glare back at him, internally my whole body clenches, sweat breaks out on my brow and I then take a step back, I feel like I’m being ambushed here, why the fuck didn’t she warn me what she was doing? I knew this was too good to be true, I don’t know how to react, I just stand staring back and forth between the two of them. Jasmin, she’s called Jasmin the fact I know that now makes me happy, her name suits her, soft and feminine I think.
“Jack this is, Marshall, Marshall, my husband Jack!” I’m shell shocked what kind of shit is this, I’m confused.
He speaks again while I’m trying to find my balls and make some words come out “I know she looks like a circus freak without her clothes on so I’m thankful you could even do it with her to be honest.” Jasmin shrinks in height beside me looking even tinier than usual, cringing at her husbands hurtful words and my first reaction is that I want to punch him in his twisted fucking face right now.
She just takes it, takes the shitty way he speaks to her and does nothing, God I want to hurt him but I’m guessing the fact he’s only moved his head while I’ve been stood in front of him means he’s badly paralysed, what in the fuck happened to these two?
