Betrayed

Betrayed

By

Jordan Silver

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Copyright © 2014 Alison Jordan

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Chapter 1

Dominic please, you've got to hear
me out."

"Bitch which part of get the fuck
out of my face don't you understand?"

"Please we can't leave it like
this."

"Yes we can, now get your shit and
get the fuck out my house."

"If you really loved me you could
never treat me this way."

"Bitch are you mental, what the fuck
would you know about love you fucked another dude, how's that for
love?"

"But I didn't not really, it never
got that far."

"Slut, I don't care if you sucked
the tip of his dick but went no farther, you fucking cheated, if
you held his fucking hand it was cheating, now get the fuck out; I
hate you."

"Where the fuck you going with my
dog, uh-uh, he stays, now get the fuck on. Besides, Simon Shaw is a
dog one dog should be enough for you. Don't give me that puppy dog
look like I did something to you. Do you remember telling me I had
to trust you? Well this is where that got me, trusting your lying
ass; now get the fuck out so I can call up one of the many women
who I passed up because I thought we meant something to each
other."

"Dominic, don't."

"Doesn't feel good does it? Well
fuck you, that's what you did to me, now you know how it
feels."

"Please..."

"No, I wouldn't fuck you with a
plastic dick so how the fuck can I take you back? Now for the last
time, get...the…fuck...out...of...here."

She's gone, I wish she'd taken this
pain with her; how will I ever get over her, how did you live
without your soul mate? But the anger was too strong, I've never
been this fucking mad at anyone or anything in my life.

She'd snuck out and went to see that
fucking mutt behind my back. I believed her when she said that
nothing happened, other than him stealing a kiss for which I had
kicked the ever-living shit out of him. But the fact that she
insisted on keeping up this friendship regardless of how I felt, no
way. I'm a man fuck that shit. If my woman would rather please her
friend than me well then, she could fucking have him, I'll get over
the pain.

"Yeah right Hearst, you know she's
going to be back here before long and you know you're gonna buckle,
pussy."

No I’ll take her back because that's
what real men do, they forgive and move the hell on, but first I
had to make her pay. Besides I know enough to know I’ll never love
another woman the way I love her, cheating bitch.

I stomped around the house like a
maniac, nowhere to go; you can’t outrun your own demons now can
you? If I could gouge out the last few weeks of my life I would and
start the fuck over, but that’s not an option either is it? Life
doesn’t work that way, no instead it throws these fucked up
situations in your lap and ask you to deal with them like civilized
Homo sapiens. And the fuckers throw in the death penalty just for
kicks. A man ought to be able to handle his shit without fear of
retribution. Fuck!

I'm not going to drink one drop of
anything, I won't fuck myself up because of those two. I had shit
to be doing anyway. I heard a car pull up outside and went to the
window. Fucking chief Cooper; the fuck he want? I had nothing to
say to him either. I opened the door before he reached the porch.
"Something I can do for you officer?"

"Yeah, you can tell me what the hell
you did to my daughter."

"She say I did something to
her?"

"Not in so many words but I know
something's wrong when she asks to come back home and her eyes are
red and swollen. Talk to me son, what's going on?"

"Oh, so now I'm your son all of a
sudden, what happened to all that shit you use to give me? You're
here to plead your little girl's case, well turn your ass around
and get the hell off my land."

"Listen Hearst, you might want to
watch how you talk to me."

"Uh, Silas, fuck you, this is my
place, no one invited your ass here. I didn't break any laws, this
is a personal conversation so if I want to tell you to kiss my ass,
I will. Kiss my fucking ass, now get the hell on." I turned and
walked back into my house, the fuck. He came over here to threaten
me? I ought to report his ass to somebody for this shit. I didn’t
wait around to see if he left or not, I didn’t really care one way
or the other. She was his problem for the next little while let him
deal with her cheating ass. Right this minute I didn’t want to see
or hear her fucking name, I wanted no reminders that she even
existed.

My dog was yipping and looking for
his leash when I walked back inside, shit I forgot all about
him.

"Come on Butch, let's go for a
walk." I put his leash on and headed for the woods in the back of
my property. I had a lot of wide- open space in my mountains, no
one around for miles, just how I liked it. I ought to set up at my
vantage point with my rifle and shoot any other motherfucker that
tried coming up here. I was feeling that mean, the skin on my back
was itching like a bastard like I was trying to crawl out of that
shit. Who knew relationships could be this fucked up? That someone
else could have this kind of power over you? She’d almost brought
me to murder, fucking twenty-five to life or worse.

I had no doubt she would try getting
my family involved but they could all suck it too. If I ever talked
to that bitch again it would be on my terms. I'm a Seal we're men,
we don't put our lives on the line for our country so we could come
back here and punk out like some bitch. Shaw's lucky all he got was
an ass whipping, my boys would bury his ass at sea never to be
heard from again.

I'm the leader of my platoon, I work
with the same men on each run we make, can't really discuss what
the fuck it is I do, people talk too damn much. That's why the
fuckers tried fucking with us, what I do is top secret, it's
dangerous and stressful as fuck. So I need to know that my woman is
gonna be here for me when I come back, keeping those fires burning.
I don't care if I'm gone for a whole fucking year, you wait your
ass until I get home, not have some fucker sniffing around my
pussy, what the fuck!

I needed to calm the fuck down, a
nice walk in the woods would do me good, save me going down the
mountain and breaking my foot off in her ass. 'It didn't go that
far', what the fuck does that mean? He put it in but didn't move?
That’s like saying I didn't inhale. What the fuck you putting a
blunt in your mouth for if you're not gonna inhale that shit?
Fucking lying ass. Same goes for her and her fuckery.

Come to think of it I shoulda killed
his ass and thrown that bitch off the cliff. If she'd listened to
me none of this would've happened. We've been together six years,
married five, she was eighteen when we started I'd just turned
twenty-six. It was one of those ‘love at first sight’ kind of
things and we've always been tight. Our love was concrete I had no
doubt about that but this shit was something I wouldn't put up
with.

My wife does not end up in another
man's arms, I don't care how she got there, whether he did it or
she did it, I don't give a fuck. She had no business in that
position in the first damn place. If she'd stayed her ass on the
mountain where I left her she wouldn't be out in the cold
now.

I'm gone for long periods of time
this is true. Madelyn is a writer so she works from home. I'm sure
she gets bored and lonely and what the fuck ever, what the fuck,
it's not like I'm off having fun with the boys. I'm out there
putting my nuts on the line everyday and she decides she wants to
go partying with the girls. That wouldn't have been a problem as
such though I told her before to stay away from that Brenda skank;
that bitch was always on the prowl, she’s even tried getting on my
dick a time or two so I know the bitch is open. I don’t want my
wife around that shit, which I’ve told her a hundred fucking
times.

So she goes out with her girls, have
one too many and end up in a lip lock with that fuck. If that
wasn’t bad enough, apparently there was some heavy petting involved
too. How do I know this? The fucking bartender is a friend, an old
army guy who didn't like what the fuck he saw. I've been home four
days, but I only found out about this shit yesterday. I didn’t wait
to confront her with the shit, I couldn’t. Just hearing the words
had gutted me like I never believed possible, not my Maddy, no
fucking way in hell.

She’d tried to play that shit off
but I knew when she was lying, and that just made the shit worst.
I'd jumped in my Rover and headed to the next town over for Shaw. I
hadn’t listened to her pleas to come back or her bullshit
explanation that it had been a mistake. I knew that much, a big one
on their part, somebody was going to pay for the hole in my gut.
Since she was a female it was hard for me to see myself wrapping my
hands around her neck and squeezing the fucking life out of her,
but I wanted to. Oh how I wanted to. In the first few minutes after
I asked her about it I thought I would kill her where she stood,
that shit scared me more than the battlefield. No man wants to know
he has that in him; so instead of killing my wife with one blow to
her fucking larynx I hopped in my ride and went on the hunt for the
other player.

I got to the street where he lived
in ten minutes instead it the twenty it should’ve taken. I saw him
outside working on his truck like there wasn’t shit wrong in his
world, like he hadn’t fucked my shit up royally. I slammed out of
my truck and headed for him on the run with pure murder in my
heart, this was it. I hadn’t been sure what I was going to do when
I saw him, but seeing him looking so nonchalant while my world was
in tatters at my fucking feet was the last straw.

The fuck saw me coming and some
sixth sense must've warned him because he tried to run. Either that
or my wife had called and warned him. That thought just enraged me
even more, if she had spoken to him again after what the fuck they
had done I would kill her ass no joke. “Hey let me explain…” he
tried evading me but he was no match for my anger.

“Save your fucking breath asshole,
you put hands on what’s mine, now you fucking die.” I collared his
ass and gave him a beat down. His pleas fell on death ears, and of
he threw a punch I never felt it. The neighbors came running when
they heard all the noise and pulled me off him. I left him slumped
over the open hood of his truck and headed for my jeep.

Then I went back and dealt with her
cheating ass. I barely controlled myself, she only got a hand
around the throat while I told her what the fuck I thought of her
ass. Then I threw the bitch out of my house. I wasn't done with her
ass though, not by a long shot. For as long as I felt this pain she
was going to pay and if I ever saw his ass again I’ll be sure to
finish the job.

It's fucked that I have to come home
to this. I’d been looking forward to being with my girl after the
team and I got back from Central America where we had to rescue the
ambassador’s daughter from guerrillas who were looking for a trade.
It was a land and sea effort that took days of planning and weeks
to carry out since the fuckers changed location every day or so. In
the end we'd got the girl, and they'd traded their lives for their
greed and stupidity.

I'd been looking forward to some
home cooking and some loving Hearst style. My girl and I could get
pretty wild, especially when I had just returned after a long haul.
When I thought of her letting him touch her I wanted to throw up
and kill them both all at the same time. I'm the only man to ever
have her, at least that's what she would have me believe but I no
longer knew what to believe. I'd trusted her, all those times I’d
been gone I’d always believed my baby would never do me wrong;
looks like I was a fool.