Decisions, Part III

The water slowly rolled down the wall, dancing in and out of the scars left from the vase.

Smoke slowly curled up from the old battered Sony tv, remnants of happier times.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod...

"You fuckin' whore. I treated you right! Why the fu... You know what? Nevermind. Jesus, why di... Argh!"

The slammed door was quickly followed by a shuffling of drawers and tossed clothings. The tell tale scraping of metal hangers on the rod indicated he was grabbing his work clothes as well.

The door flung open and it was almost comical, Don holding three suitcases, four suits in the plastic covers, and an Ogio duffel bag filled with shoes, were it not for the fact that she had just ripped apart his world.

Don was from the thriving town of Ellingera. Not too big, but big enough to blend into the background if you kept quiet. First loves, the two of them had a whirlwind romance through high school. Everyone assumed that they shared that magical moment after Senior Prom, but both were virgins on their wedding day.

Moving to the city opened Brooke's eyes to what lay beyond E-Z-Stop and City Cafe. The work blended the days and the exciting highs of city life muted the small town values that brought them there.

Jake understood Brooke. Jake showed Brooke that a wide world existed beyond just this little city. Jake was never without some excitement. Jake discussed experimenting with candy dish parties.

Don was...Don. Wasn't she beyond the simplicity that was their relationship? All they did was sit at home and watch tv. Or go to the movies. Maybe dinner at the diner around the corner. It wasn't much at all.

In for a penny, her grandmother used to always say.

The front door slammed.

In for a pound.