Spookychild’s writings

“Tell me one thing truthfully. “Would you do that, Kathy?” He asked slowly. When Katherine didn’t reply, he continued, “Have you slept with this guy?”

“Who?” She asked with a great sigh, eyes on the front window.  

“The guy you are going to see,” Mark replied eyes rolling, disgusted with the denial.

“How do you know I am going to see him?” Katherine demanded, eyes snapping back to Mark’s face. 

“Well, at least you admit there is a guy,” Mark replied triumphantly.

“No.” Taking a deep breath, Katherine sighed as the words came out. “I haven’t.”

“No? I don’t believe you!!” Mark was practically shouting now. 

“Why don’t you?” Katherine inquired, narrowing both eyes.

“You’re hiding something big, something huge.” Mark waved both arms, endeavoring to signify something significant.

“Go ahead and don’t believe what I say. I am telling the truth.” She insisted, angrily. Mark snorted but didn’t reply. “Look!” Katherine put a hand on the steering wheel. “I am going now,” Katherine declared and closed the door with a yank. 

Mark had made a mistake and inadvertently lifted the hand off the door. Not paying attention had lost him the leverage to converse.

“Kathy, please.” She heard Mark say. But the engine turned and roared to life, and Katherine backed up as quickly as possible. Mark shouted something after her. When she glanced into the rearview mirror, Mark had swiveled back towards the front door.

But there was activity across the street from where her car had just been. A vehicle pulled out from the curb and followed her down the street. One of their neighbors had heard the argument. But it didn’t matter. Katherine didn’t have time to worry about these things.

She sighed and turned back to the road. “I need some peace. I am so tired of the noises.”