The Runner

The Runner

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Submitted: October 03, 2018

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The Runner

Drips of sweat fall from my brow, as I run along the path back to my home. A runner I am.

I  run to keep in shape. To clear my mind, and leave the cares of the world at my feet. My thoughts this morning are ones I wish to tramp underfoot, but they instead keep time with the pounding ache of my heart.

How could she betray me?

My love. My heart. My soulmate.

The mother of my child. My wife....

The betrayal I feel from what my eyes have seen. She gave herself away as I and our daughter slept. Is she with me for the sake of family? Is it the money? Is it the cars? Is it that my wife has turned into an attention seeking whore?

Communication is key. The lines are always open. But she not speaks a word to me. She feigns her happiness, while she cringes at my touch. I ask for truth, she withdraws like its too much to bear. Like I'm the one that burns her, but it is she who burns me with her lies and infidelity.

I fuel her desires, and fill her every fantasy. Every night I consume her river that flows like hot burning lava, while she is on her back moaning in lust. Then I remember it's probably not me she sees.

Her sweet moans of desire turn to those of a wanton harlot in heat, begging for more. When she falls to her knees before me to please, I think my love for her was never enough. So now our lovemaking has turned into a sordid ugly thing.

I hurt so bad, I feel so dirty though it's not my crime. Will a shower ever be enough to wash away the filth, our love has become? What more can a man like me give?

As I come to the end of my long morning run, I am greeted by the poisonous kiss of the strumpet, as I walk through the door. My lips burn from where she dared laid hers upon mine. My stomach churns. My heart wants to explode. There sits my best friend, my best man, the man who I saw taking what's mine, also greets me with a smile. My thoughts go even darker, very fast.

Do I sit down for breakfast? Pretend as they do?

Do I go for the knife?

No, it's too easy to let them get off like that.

I will wait, wait patiently until my daughter is out of the house, to confront my dear wife, and the vile betrayer that she's taken as her lover.

I am a man of great wealth, honor, and pride. Honor, that's begging me to let it go, in time they will get what's just, but the pain in my heart is too much to bear. I want to kill these two and dispose them from my life. No longer do I want to look into her eyes. See the lies that come out of her filthy, cheating mouth.

I will keep my cool and plan my revenge accordingly. Keep playing my part in the script that they wrote. When I find my moment, I will improvise and serve them a drink, poison- like they've been feeding me. Then I will take my leave and run, leave it all behind.

That's what I will do, run away with my daughter to Dubai or Katmandu. Run away from the betrayal, lies, and pain.



A runner that's what I am.

 


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