The Truth Comes Out – Fiction

I decided to post this today instead of over the weekend. 


Arista stretched arching her back and raising her arms high over her head. Mornings were her least favorite time of day, but nothing a strong cup of coffee couldn’t cure. She wasn’t due into work for a few more hours, but there were things that needed her attention.

 

With a sigh she got out from under her warm bed. It had been a long night. She had found her fiancé on the couch with someone he had claimed for months was “just a friend”. Only what they were doing was certainly not just as friends would do. Strangely, she hadn’t yelled.

 

Robert was thrusting into Brooke. He had not noticed he had an audience until Brooke’s moans had stopped suddenly and paled. Arista sat down her purse in front of the TV, calmly waiting for the scene before her to play out with her hands on her hips.

 

Robert jumped off Brooke and looked behind him shock flashing across his face. It was almost comical how fast his head turned back and forth between the two women.

 

“Please don’t stop on my account, Rob,” Arista said.

 

“It’s not what you think, Ari,” he said using the nickname he knew she hated.

 

At this Brooke jumped up, bringing the throw blanket that was on the back of the sofa to cover her exposed body. “What do you mean it isn’t what it looks like? You’ve been telling me for months that you were leaving her for me. You told me that she was out for good.”

 

Arista’s eyebrow shot up at this; a twisted smile came to her lips.

 

Robert sputtered. It was clear he wasn’t sure which woman to address next.

 

Arista waited. Robert was not good under pressure. She knew he would crack under her silent ire.

 

Brooke spoke up again, “Go on, tell her to get out. You’re done with her.” Arista had to give the chit credit for the bravado for being caught with another woman’s man bare ass naked.

 

Arista took her eyes off of Robert and leveled a glance at Brooke. She may not have liked her, and had had suspicions of the true nature of her relationship with her fiancé. However, when all was said and done the choice was Robert’s to cheat, not Brooke’s. Arista was nothing if not practical. “Well, Brooke, it would be silly for me to pack my things and go. This is my house, after all. I’m sure; however, Robert would appreciate some help though collecting his things.”

 

Robert grabbed his jeans from the pile of abandoned clothes and donned them quickly. “I, I, you aren’t serious, Ari.”

 

“You fucking ass!” Brooke dropped the blanket and grabbed and her clothes pulling them on in a rush. “You are unbelievable. You’ve strung me on and lied! I can’t believe I trusted you.”

 

“I haven’t lied to you, Brooke,” Robert said.

 

Arista shook her head. “It’s clear you have lied to both of us.” She turned her back to the two in her living room and went to the bedroom where she started taking out Robert’s things from the closet and dumping them unceremoniously to the floor.

 

“What are you doing, Ari?” Robert had followed her to the bedroom. Brooke’s screams we’re still coming from the living room.

 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Arista had made short work of the closet, and then went to work at the dresser.

 

“But our wedding is next week,” Rob said with a subtle whine.

 

Arista straightened and walked right up to him, “Maybe you should have thought about that before you started fucking Brooke. There is no wedding. Get your shit and get the fuck out of my house.”

 

Rob looked defeated. Like a man that thought he had the world right where he wanted it and had the veil ripped off of his cozy life.

 

“WE ARE OVER YOU FUCKING DOUCHE BAG!” Brooke’s scream lit through the small house and the echoing slam of the door that knocked a picture off the wall in it’s wake sounded like a death knell.

 

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13 Comments

  1. To be fair to Rob…no, I can’t think of a way defending him. He’s a twat of colossal proportions! Haha. I’m just wondering how much of a retard he was banging his side chick on the couch while his betrothed lay asleep upstairs. That’s next level stupidity. If he’d got a hotel room he never would have had that problem 😂

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      1. Yeah, I get that, but still a rather retarded move on his part. I’m interested to see where Arista goes from here and whether her and Brooke’s paths will cross again in future

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