Just A Little More Time
Requested by an Anon: can you do one based off Opie and reader where she catches him cheating in their bed but he tried to fix it about a year later because he misses her and can’t handle life anymore.
The sounds were unmistakable, we had made those same sounds just last night; yet I was still in denial. My heart couldn’t or maybe wouldn’t except what my ears were hearing. I was standing at the door, my hand on the knob, ready to turn it, to open the door.
My brain knew what was happening, it was screaming for me not to open our bedroom door. I had to, I had to prove it to my heart, that he really would do this too me. I exhaled slowly, pushing open the door.
I just stood there, my heart shattering as my marriage was destroyed. My appearance was not noticed, I used it to my advantage. Opening the closet, I grabbed my lock down bag. It was pre-packed with two weeks of clothes.
I saw the baseball bat, in the back of the closet, I grabbed it, walking over, I swung it at the bedside lamp, shattering it. The action of the bed stopped, I pulled off my wedding rings throwing them at Opie. “Don’t come after me! It’s over!”
I grabbed the women by the head of the hair, and slammed her into the wall, I dropped her on the floor. I balled my hand into a fist, and broke her nose. “Stay away from married men, you whore!”
I picked up my bag, and never looked back.