The Bad Boy Always Gets the Girl

by Bobbie A. Burgos

She could hear his car coming down the street. It was a midnight blue 1965 Ford Mustang and Christy loved the way its engine purred. She quickly grabbed what she could as she escaped out the back door and over the fence, into the neighbor’s backyard. She was breathing heavily, trying to concentrate on staying calm, as not to bring attention to herself. It was about six o’clock, just getting dark out. As she entered Main Street, she put her hood up and kept walking. Christy didn’t quite know where she was going, but she didn’t care, she just needed to get out. She could no longer hear the purr of Jonathan’s engine; she thought she’d lost him, or maybe now he was on foot.

Christy sat in the pew admiring her fresh manicure, not paying attention to the muffled words of the priest. She kept thinking about how amazing she looked in her buttercup yellow sun dress. Finally, the “I Do’s” were said, the couple kissed, and they left to the hall. Christy was happy that her best friend was getting married, but she despised the fact that it wasn’t herself walking down the aisle. After Christy’s boyfriend of three years up and left her for a high school girl, she never really got back into the swing of relationships. Well, that was eight months ago, and she couldn’t handle the lonliness anymore.

Christy arrived at the hall just after the newlyweds. She could hear the music from outside. The DJ was playing “Lost Without You” by Robin Thicke. The subtle vibrations of the song swarmed her body as she walked into the room. There wasn’t anyone on the dance floor, but Christy didn’t care. The way she moved was both sensual and seductive; graceful, like an angel would move.

“Hi,” she heard an unfamiliar voice. As she opened her eyes to see who was speaking to her, she saw him. His smile was to die for. He had sharp features that accentuated his beauty. His eyes, a deep, piercing blue, looked at Christy so adoringly that she couldn’t help but return the glance. “I’m Jonathan.” He spoke in a low, confident tone that made Christy’s body tingle.

“Hi, I’m Christy,” the words stumbled out of her mouth, almost tripping before reaching Jonathan’s ear. She was hooked.

Christy briefly congratulated her best friend on her marriage before nonchalantly walking out with Jonathan.

“Follow me,” Jonathan said as he got into his 1965 navy blue mustang. She got into her car and did as he commanded. Her adrenaline level was sky rocketing, causing her to shake slightly. Christy had no idea what she was doing, but she liked it.

The streets they drove down seemed familiar, but Christy didn’t know where she was. The neighborhood was relatively calm and quiet, no one lurking in the streets. The house he led her to was a one-story building that had the color of an oatmeal cookie. Christy parked her red Honda Civic across the street, took a deep breath, and walked to the porch. Jonathan held the heavy, brown door open for her as she stepped through the entrance. The interior looked like it could have been sponsored by Ikea; all the furniture matched and the rooms were well put together, but it all looked reasonably priced.

Jonathan walked over to Christy and gently kissed her neck, just below her right ear. He took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom. Christy began unzipping her buttercup yellow sun dress, feeling weightless. She lay naked on is bed, her soft, tanned skin contrasting with his white comforter.

When she woke the next morning, she could see the sun gleaming through the off white curtain hanging in front of the window. As she noticed that she was alone in bed, she heard Jonathan talking to someone in another room. Christy got out of bed, put on her buttercup yellow sun dress, and went to go see who he was talking to. The stone tile, which decorated the floor of the house, was cold on Christy’s bare feet. She slowly crept up to the door of the room where Jonathan was standing, talking on the phone. As she got closer to the door, the words coming from Jonathan’s mouth became clearer.

“Honey, I was asleep when you called me last night… I called you back as soon as I woke up… Do you not trust me? ... You’re my wife, my one and only, remember? … Yes… Ok, I love you too. Have fun, and I’ll see you next week… I miss you too… Bye baby.”

Christy felt so ashamed as the reality of her actions came slapping her in the face. "What a pig!" she thought. Disgusted with herself, she walked back to the bedroom to find her shoes and her car keys. As she was opening the front door to leave, Jonathan came out into the hallway.

"Leaving so soon?" Jonathan grinned as he spoke to Christy. He leaned against the side of the wall with his shoulder, crossing his arms and ankles.

"Yeah, I have to go to work," Christy lied, trying to make a quick exit.

"But you didn't even have breakfast," Jonathan slowly crept toward Christy. He wrapped his arms around her from behind as he nibbled on her ear lobe.

"Stop. Why didn't you tell me you were married?" Christy nudged away from him.

"Oh, so that's what this is all about. I'm guessing you heard my little conversation? Sneaky." Jonathan wasn't backing down. He grabbed her and kissed her lips.

"Get off of me. Yes, I heard your phone call and I understand. Now, I really have to go," Christy was ready to leave but something was telling her to stay. She didn't know where this feeling was coming from, but she tried pushing it back.

"That's just the thing... you don't quite understand. She means nothing to me, I'm just in it for the social status. But you, you sweet little thing, you're different. I could see myself settling down with you, falling in love with you. You're beautiful, and I don't want to lose you over something like my marriage." Jonathan fed Christy his words, hoping she'd eat them up.

"Then why did you tell her she was your one and only?" Christy began succumbing to Jonathan's seductive speech.

"I have to tell her something to keep her from divorcing me." Jonathan was getting tired of her questions.

"I can't-"

Jonathan kissed Christy, cutting her off before she could tell him how wrong she thought he had been. He began to run his hand up her leg, under her dress, and Christy had no desire to stop him anymore. Christy's loneliness and lust had over ridden her sense of morale.

"Wait here," Jonathan whispered into Christy's ear as she lay, sprawled out across the coffee table. He came prancing back into the front room carrying a small plastic baggy with something inside of it that resembled powdered sugar. "Here, just put some on your gums and let it dissolve. It'll make it even better than last night." Jonathan said to her as he put some of the white powder onto his own gums and handed her the bag.

"What is it?" Christy naively asked.

"Are you serious?! It's cocaine. You’ll be seeing a lot of it around here. Now, stop talking and put it on your gums." She did as Jonathan suggested. At first it only tingled her gums, but the tingling sensation gradually began to flow throughout her entire body, making her feel numb. "Just lay back and enjoy the ride," Jonathan said as he crawled on top of her.

Christy lay passed out on the floor of the front room when Jonathan heard the engine of a diesel truck pulling into the drive way. He hurriedly carried Christy to his bedroom and shut the door, making his house presentable for this unexpected visitor. Jonathan anxiously waited by the peephole to see who was interrupting his rendezvous. It was her. He opened the door as his stomach bounced up into his throat.

“Surprise! Baby, I missed you so much, I just had to come home early.” Jonathan’s wife, Bianca, embraced him with all of her might, relieved to finally be home again.

“Wow! What a surprise! I really wasn’t expecting you, I look a mess...” Jonathan tried thinking of a way to get her out fast. “Lets go eat, an early dinner celebration!”

“Sweetie, I just got back and I haven’t seen you for three weeks, going out right at this moment isn’t exactly what I had in mind...” Bianca put her hand up to Jonathan’s stubbled cheek as she softly kissed his moist lips. She grasped his left hand, leading toward their bedroom, when she noticed something was a little off. “Baby, where’s your wedding ring?”

“My wedding ring?” Jonathan questioned as he pulled his hand back to his side.

“Yes, why is it not on your finger?” with irritation in her voice, Bianca was becoming suspicious.

“Oh, I must have forgotten to put it back on after I got out of the shower.”

“But you never take your ring off in the shower...”

“Well, I did this morning. It’s probably still sitting on the bathroom sink or laying on top of the night stand.”

“ Ok, I don’t want to argue.” Bianca pulled Jonathan toward her and again kissed him. In the bliss of his wife’s touch, he hadn’t realized that she had just opened the door the their bedroom.

Bianca saw Christy half naked and passed out in her bed. She knew there hd been something going on and began to regret the past two years of her life with Jonathan. Her thoughts were scrambled; she couldn’t think straight. The rage inside of her was growing and growing, she could no longer hold it in. Bianca ran toward the bed, about to pounce on top of Christy’s angelic body when Jonathan grabbed her and threw her against the hard tile floor.

“Don’t you touch her!” Jonathan became very possessive toward Christy, not giving any thought to the fact that he had just thrown his wife halfway across the room. Unable to speak, Bianca looked up at Jonathan holding her arm where he had grabbed her, with tears streaming down her face. She quickly stood up and attempted to lash out at Jonathan, not paying any attention to their size difference. Before she could even touch him, Jonathan wrapped his left hand firmly around Bianca’s thin, white neck and slammed her hard up against the wall he had just been standing against. When he finally let go, her lifeless body fell limp to the floor at his feet. Panicked, Jonathan scooped up his wife and placed her in the bathtub, pulling the shower curtain closed only slightly because it was not wide enough to fully expand. He washed his face and hands, attempting to wash away his guilt along with the sweat, but failed. He walked back down the hall, into his bedroom, and lay with Christy.

It was 3:18 in the morning when Christy awoke from her fifteen hour nap. She found herself in Jonathan’s bed with his arm wrapped tightly around her chest, but she had no recollection of leaving the front room. She lay there, in his bed, trying to regain her thoughts for a few minutes before she decided to get up and use the bathroom. Christy walked down the hall and into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet, trying to remember how she had got into Jonathan’s bed when she saw something sticking out of the side of the bathtub. It looked like hair, but it wasn’t just one strand, it was quite a few strands. Before she flushed the toilet, she walked across the bathroom to investigate this clump of hair. As she opened the shower curtain, her body filled with chills. She walked out quietly and quickly found her car keys. Jonathan stayed fast asleep as Christy tip- toed out the front door.

She got into her car and sped home, hoping he would never find her. She didn’t know what to think about what had happened. When she pulled into her driveway she ran into her house and locked the door behind her, curled up into her bed and lay there awake until she could see the sun coming through her bedroom window. Christy contemplated calling the police but she didn’t even know the whole story. She had no idea who that woman in the bathtub was or how she got there or who had done that to her. Christy took a shower and sat in her kitchen sipping tea and weighing her options. She decided to wait it out , hoping she’d just forget the incident and who Jonathan was entirely. She had hoped too soon.