Exposed: A short story

If anyone told her that today would be the last day of life as she knew it, Lisa would not have believed them.  She liked the way her life had order and she knew what to expect when to expect it.  Surprises weren’t her thing.  But today, that just simply wasn’t the case and she would have at least appreciated a little heads up.

She’d gotten off work a little earlier than expected and decided to do something special for her husband.  He was a hard working man and this week had especially been rough in real estate and surely, he was due for some much needed R&R and she knew just the thing he needed.

The drive home was much more pleasant than usual, she beat the rush hour traffic by a good two hours.  So far things were going just as planned and she couldn’t wait to see the look on her husband’s face when he came home tonight.

Upon her arrival home, she made a mad dash to the room which her husband dubbed his “man-cave.” He had just about every single game system known to human–vintage and modern systems alike–hooked up to this 70 inch screen television that was mounted on the wall.  In the center of the room facing the television sat a top of the line gamer chair complete with built-in wireless speakers and a detachable ottoman filled with all of the controllers to go with each game system that her husband had owned.

This room needed to be wiped down and dusted badly but for some reason her husband didn’t seem to notice.  Men.   Being the good wife that she’s been for the past two years, she dusted and moped the room.  By the time she was done it looked and smelled like an entirely different room and this made her proud.

Next on her to-do list was to tidy up their bedroom, clean their bathroom, then get started on dinner.  Her husband was in for a a full course meal, full body massage–and whatever that may lead to–followed by an aroma therapy enhanced bath in their whirlpool tub and to finish off the night, she was going to leave him to his games.

After a rough week, he definitely deserved it.

He was due home in thirty minutes so she was startled when she heard the doorbell ring just as she stepped out of the shower.  She threw on her robe and made her way to the front door.  Looking out of the peep-hole a woman stood too close to the door but she could tell that the woman was upset.  Her deep green eyes seemed to have a hint of fire in them, her eyes were rimmed  with red as if she’d been crying and the dark circles under her eyes told Lisa that this woman probably hasn’t slept very well in a few days.

The woman raised her hand to knock again, just as Lisa pulled the door open.

“Yes?”

“Ugh! I fucking knew it!”

Lisa took a step back, startled by the woman’s not so lady-like language.  “I’m sorry?”

The woman exhaled sharply “Does a man named Richard Wilson live here?”

“Um…No. There isn’t any Wilson here, you have the wrong house, I’m sorry” she started to close the door but the woman’s hand stopped her.

“Don’t you lie to me, bitch, does Richard Wilson live here!?”

“No. I told you there is no Wilson here, we are the Williams’s, I’m sorry you have the wrong house” Lisa’s tone was stern.  Her husband kept a bat in the umbrella rack behind the door and she was fully prepared to use it.

“Richard Williams” the woman said under her breath, “great, is this him?” leaning her shoulder against the door to keep it open she reached into her pocket and pulled out a picture.  In the picture was the woman who stood before her looking much better than she did at that very moment, three small children who looked to be ages, 2, 5 and 7 and…her husband. The man she’d lost her virginity to, the man she’d trusted to protect her.  She fought to steady her breathing and keep her hands still.  Her eyes darted from the children to her husband and back at the children.  They were his spitting images…only a lot lighter.

She met the woman’s eyes then looked over her shoulders to make sure her neighbors weren’t watching her and asked the woman, “How did you get here?, I don’t see any other car out there but mine”

“So, just because I’m stupid enough to get cheated on, I must be stupid enough to park my car near a potential crime scene, too, right?” After the woman saw the instant fear in Lisa’s eyes she clarified herself “No, no, not you.  But, there’s no saying what I’d do once I see that bastards face.” As an afterthought she added, “and I parked two blocks up, to answer your question.  So is that your Richard?” she asked nodding her head to the picture in Lisa’s hand.

“Come in” Lisa ushered the woman into the house.  She handed the picture back and promptly reached up to massage her temples.  She let out a sharp breath “Okay, um…first of all…I’m just…” dropping her hands she gazed heavenward completely lost for words.  “I don’t know what to say right now”

“Well, then let me say, fuckin’ hell, that bastard has you living like a goddamn queen meanwhile he has me and three children cooped up in a little two bedroom apartment on the other side of town!” she spun slowly on her heels with her arms stretched out, palms facing the ceiling, admiring the home “un-fuckin-believable”

For a moment there, Lisa thought to herself that she knew exactly why someone would leave a woman like the one who stood before her.  Aside from their physical differences, this woman had an awfully foul mouth.  But then she mentally kicked herself, this woman had every right to behave the way she was.  And if how she looked on the outside was any indication of how she felt on the inside, then Lisa knew this women was beyond pissed off.  Her curly dirty blonde hair looked as if it hadn’t been brushed in forever, and she looked to be about ten years older than Lisa, even though in the picture, which looked pretty recent, the woman looked a little younger than Lisa.

“Okay, wait…um. First off, I’m Lisa, and you are?”

“Gonna kill that bastard when I see him.” Her eyes were locked on an antique vase that sat on one of the end tables in the living room.  She let out a dry chuckle and shook her head, “Yep, my name is Maryanne and I’m going to jail tonight, that fuckin’ bastard.  You see that vase right there? My mother left me that vase in her will…it’s a family heirloom for fucks sake!” she laughed sarcastically “he told me it was stolen! I filled out a police report and everything!”

The vase had been an anniversary gift from Richard for their second anniversary, this past June.  Now, thinking back on it, it was a little weird how it didn’t come in a box of some sort and when she asked where he got it from he was evasive about it and told her not to worry about it.

Now she wondered what else he had lied about.  Two whole years she thought his name was Richard Williams and now she finds out its  actually Wilson; two whole years she thought she’d been his only wife, but here stood his other wife and she was white, Richard stressed that he didn’t find white women attractive; and then he had the nerve to have Children! Three children at that!

Lisa always knew how to keep her emotions in check just like her grandmother had taught her when she was a little girl, but Lisa was angry now and didn’t see the use in covering it up.  She wanted to curse up a storm.  She silenced her grandmother’s voice at the back of her head that chided her “Now remember Lisa, little lady’s don’t use profanity, that’s for trashy women”

She silently apologized to her grandmother for the things she was about to say, Grammy was just going to have to forgive her.

Lisa eyed the oversize clock above the couch in the living room. Richard was expected to be home in fifteen minutes.

“Look, that fuckface is expected to bring his asshole home in fifteen minutes.  We’re not going to kill him but we are going to get him where it hurts and make him wish he never fucked with us!”

Maryanne’s eyebrows nearly touched her hairline.  “Yeah, you don’t do the whole cursing thing, do ya? You kinda said ‘bring his asshole home’ and that kinda threw me. But anyway, what are you suggesting?”

Lisa grabbed the bat from the umbrella rack and beckoned the woman to follow her. After grabbing a hammer from the kitchen draw, she lead her to Richard’s game room.  “Let’s have some fun, shall we? Pick your poison”  The woman selected the Hammer.

“I think I like you.  When You first opened the door I thought you were one of those snooty types but you’re kinda crazy, I love it.  So, where do we start?”

The women grinned at each other and worked the room. Once they were done they were laughing like a couple of school girls and it was safe to say they both were feeling better.

A sudden thought entered Lisa’s mind.  “Richard comes home every night, except for one week out of the month when he travels for his alleged Real Estate conventions, I assume he’s with you during that week, so where do you think he is all that time?”

Maryanne scoffed, “Real Estate? That little dick bastard told me he was a traveling sales man.  But then I thought about it…what the fuck is a traveling sales man? Where could you possibly have to travel for so long to sell?”

Lisa rolled her eyes heavenward.  “I can’t believe this.  But here’s the plan…”

Lisa quickly got herself ready and made extra sure she looked her best.  She opened her robe just enough to give him a glimpse of her laced bra, she brushed her long kinky hair up into a puff and put on some red lipstick, Richard’s favorite.  She was there to greet him when he walked in.    Needless to say he was instantly turned on.  She ushered him into the dining room where his steak dinner awaited him.  He finished it with the quickness, oblivious to the fact that Lisa hadn’t even touched her food, she just sat there staring at him.

“You’re not hungry, baby?” He asked when he finally noticed.

“Mmm, no, I’m not hungry for this kind of…thing” she bit her bottom lip and winked for visual effect.

“Damn, baby, say no more…whatever you want, I got you”

“No, baby, I got you” oh, he had no idea.

She went about the rest of the evening just as planned–except she held off on the sex. She was not letting that creep enter her body. She led him to his game room and let him do the honors of opening the door and watched as instant panic crept up on him from the sight that lied before him followed by the instant jolt of surprise of seeing his wife Maryanne standing in the middle of the room, smacking the hammer in the palm of her hand.  He spun around on his heels surprised to find Lisa mimicking the same stance with her bat.

“How does it feel to be exposed for the fraud that you are?”

“How….what…Listen baby, I don’t know who that is or what you think is going on, but I’m not a fraud”

“Are you sure? Because my friend Maryanne here–your wife–called the place that you claimed to have worked and you know what? they’ve never heard of you…they have no record of ever hiring a Richard Williams…or Wilson”

His glance over his shoulder was met with Maryanne’s fluttering fingers and tight smile.

“So, Richard, you have five seconds to get your ass out of this house before you get your skull cracked open”

He gasped “Baby, your language”

“5”

“Please don’t do this” he pleaded, tears welling up in his eyes.

“4”

“Oh and don’t worry, you’ll be hearing from my lawyer very soon. And the police since I see some of my stolen things…were actually stolen by you” spat out Maryanne

“3” continued Lisa “2….” she raised the bat but before she could get to 1, Richard scrambled out of the room and out the front door.

The women laughed “And where exactly is he going with only a pair of boxers on?” asked Maryanne.

“Beats me. But I know the police in this town have a thing about indecent exposure”

The women burst out laughing again.

If anyone told Lisa that today would be the last day of her life as she knew it she wouldn’t have believed them, but she also wouldn’t have believed that the first day of the rest of her new life would be filled with nothing but pure happiness.  Happiness that she thought she’d known.  And she got to experience it with her new friend Maryanne by her side.

via Daily Prompt: Exposed

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