Faith
Part 3
By Heather
She’s
waiting by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he’s alive
Michelle
paced by the window again; her eyes on the telephone when she saw the flash of
headlights and raindrops go racing across the wall.
She hurried over to the window and pushed aside the shear white curtain
and looked out. It was Danny.
Dropping the curtain she hurried to the door and flung it open wide,
relief evident in her tired eyes and visage.
Hurrying outside, ignorant of the cold, hard rain that pelted her from
all sides, she ran over to him as he got out of the car.
Surprised
to see her hurrying towards him, he dropped his suitcase on the ground and
spontaneously opened his arms to her. Rushing
into them, she practically sobbed with relief that he was okay. He held her close for a brief moment then pushed her away,
looking down into her eyes.
But
on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume rose
And the lightening flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
Michelle smiled up at him, just as she realized something was wrong. Leaning back towards him, she sniffed. Perfume. Not her perfume either; it was someone else’s. The lightening flashed again as he looked into her eyes. Hard and cold, just like the rain, they stared back at him, full of hatred.
Turning on her heel she strode back into the house, narrowly missing him with the slamming of the door. Pushing his way inside he attempted to explain.
“You must think I am some kind of fool,” she said so softly he could barely hear her, “to think I’m going to believe your lies for one more minute. I know where you have been Danny. I’m not that stupid.”
“If you would just let me explain,” he began again. But he didn’t get to finish. Michelle picked up a vase of flowers that was standing near her on the coffee table and hurled it at him, barely missing his head.
“Don’t you dare,” she shouted, “don’t you dare lie to me again! I’ve had it with you. If you want to go fuck other women fine by me. I don’t give a damn anymore. But don’t do it while you’re married to me!”
“Michelle,” Danny said softly, approaching her slowly with his arms raised, “You’ve got it all wrong baby, I was out with James and Kevin at a bar. Time got away from me and I ended up later than I meant. I’m sorry, I should have called.”
He made it over to her and dared to wrap an arm around her. “Here,” he said, “let’s sit down right here and talk about this.” He steered her over to the couch as she glared up at him.