What The Hell Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

What The Hell Ch. 01

... couch getting his dinner and a glass of wine for the two of us.

Carl emerged from the bedroom and threw his dirty laundry in the laundry room, which I would take care of later. We sat on the couch watching the news without saying anything. I was wickedly upset at him. First for being so drunk the other night he came home, second for covering for his dad and the slut Lauren, and third for going away and leaving me here alone.

I just hated being alone let alone sleeping by myself. I stood, said goodnight and went into the bedroom, set my alarm, curling up in bed and went to sleep.

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Two days later, I came home to an empty house as Carl left for his now seven days long trip to Henderson, bullshit, they were going to Las Vegas. I am an educated woman, I am not stupid.

I had the next day off. It would give me the time I needed to get the laundry, the shopping and a quick cleaning of the house done. I took care of some laundry, which seemed a bit less than normal, then went shopping. I came home, put away the groceries then ran to the dry cleaners to pick up his clothes.

I scanned the QR code from the app on my phone once inside the dry cleaners, checking in, the clerk said she would be right with me. She brought out the five items I was expecting then asked if I wanted the other two pieces as well.

"Other two?" I asked inquisitively.

"Yes a shirt and trousers were dropped off separately; it seems there was a dark purple lipstick stain on the shirt. It ...

... took us a bit to get it clean but we eventually got it."

My hands started shaking uncontrollably. My head hurt, and I was suddenly numb. I tried my best to not react but tears welled up in my eyes. I turned to leave, telling her to charge the card on file.

I hastily hung the clothes on the back seat hook, got in the car and drove home. Once home, I unloaded the car and curled up on the couch and cried.

I went to work the following day, I smiled when I needed to and I engaged with my coworkers when I needed to. Carl had sent a few text messages, I responded as I normally did, except now my blood boiled.

As we left the ER heading home, my phone vibrated, it was Roxie inviting me to dinner tomorrow night. I replied I was busy with Al and apologized. I got home, ate some dinner and curled up in bed, crying myself to sleep for the third night in a row.

I woke up when I heard my cell ringing. It was Carl's ring; I ignored it, letting it go to voicemail. Two days later when I finished my shift I drove over to Al's. I knocked on his door, but he didn't answer.

I sent a text; he responded that he would be home soon. I was to let myself in and I was welcome to anything in the refrigerator. I reheated some of his famous meatballs and gravy. Oddly it was comforting when I sat in my childhood chair and just hoped and prayed for clarity.

I finished about half of a meatball then stood and walked into the living room. There, on the back of her formal couch I saw mom's pink ...