My story for the Three Word Wednesday prompt.
Maribel soothed Kurt, her tender touch calming his nerves.
He knew he should be talking with his wife and not a co-worker, but since his
wife was the problem, that wouldn’t work.
Kurt still couldn’t believe what he’d walked in on earlier. He
knew his wife had a kinky side, but never anything like what he had witnessed.
“All the blood,” he whispered again.
“Shhh, it’s ok,” Maribel said, although she knew it wasn’t.
She couldn’t imagine walking in on her husband doing what Kurt had found his
wife doing. She didn’t think there was enough counseling in the world to fix
something like that.
Kurt’s cell phone vibrated again. It was the tenth time his
wife had tried to reach him, and the tenth time he was ignoring her. He couldn’t
talk to her yet. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to again.
“How can I face her?”
Maribel just rubbed his back. She had no answer.
The door suddenly burst open. Kurt and Maribel jumped and
spun around to see Marcus standing there, hair standing up on end, shirt
untucked and tears in his eyes.
“Get out!” Kurt yelled. “I don’t have anything to say to
you.”
“Please, Kurt,” Marcus pleaded. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry? Is that all you have to say for yourself?”
“What else can I say?” Marcus asked. “There’s no excuse for
sleeping with your brother’s wife.”
Kurt didn’t know what to say to that. He still couldn’t
believe his wife, let alone his brother, would betray him. If he hadn’t seen it
with his own eyes, he never would have.
“Just leave, Marc,” he told his brother.
Maribel gasped when Marcus turned around, causing Kurt to
raise his eyes to his brother. Seeing the bloody evidence soaking through
Marcus’s shirt, Kurt covered his face with his hands and cried.
