A Daily Reminder That Everything is Amazing

Everything is amazing and nobody's happy – Louis C.K.

Incomplete Fiction

And there she sat, alone in her Toyota. She watched the front door kick open and two happy people spill out onto the porch. Not any two people, but the two people she chalked up to ruining her life. On one side was this beautiful raven haired woman with the most piercing blue eyes she had ever seen and next to her stood this stupid bitch who did nothing wrong… Except end the sexual whirlwind she had been on for the past six months.

Mona had been married. To a man. It was the most beautiful wedding that even she could envision. Gorgeous bouquets even more gorgeous bridesmaids and her… A stunningly beautiful bride. A long white dress with a veil that only slightly obscured her deep chocolate brown eyes. As she held her new husband’s hand in the dance floor of the reception she should have known she was making the worst decision of her life when she couldn’t keep her wandering eye off the bartender.

Immediately following the first dance she disappeared for what seemed like an eternity to “freshen up,” or so she told people… But instead of freshening up she was actually very much getting down with the blue eyed beauty from behind the bar. Chelsea. Even her name rolled sweetly off Mona’s tongue as she panted it in the supply room of the reception hall.

Something about Chelsea called to her. The eyes. The dimples. The hair pulled up exposed her thin, gorgeous neck. It started with a simple hello… But that hello led to hundreds of kisses and just as many encounters. Six months they fucked in private. She snuck away from her often traveling husband and into the arms of this woman. This person. The only person that she ever met that could so fully satisfy her sexually and emotionally.

The first time, in the supply closet was everything she had pictured her wedding night sex to be except it wasn’t with the groom. She leaned against a stack of boxes, grinding into Chelsea’s firm body. Kissing her soft, sweet lips and sucking ever so gently on her neck. It wasn’t til Chelsea took the lead that Mona felt the surge of ecstasy shooting through her body.

With one expertly executed move, Chelsea’s hand was under Mona’s dress. With both authority and passion, she gripped inside Mona’s thigh, her bright eyes piercing into Mona. The look itself was the look of someone who knew what they were doing and wanted to show someone the way. Seconds later, Chelsea plunged her fingers deep inside Mona, causing her to cry out in a fit of passion she had never experienced this far in her life. She braced herself as Chelsea continued to fuck her, kissing her with equal fervor.

When it was over, Mona knew she had to tell her husband. She had to come clean that she had been unfaithful. As she walked back into the reception hall, her dress, hair and emotions all slightly askew, she knew she couldn’t tell him. Not then, not there, not like this. With a deep sigh, Mona brushed the hair off her face and smiled as her overbearing mother came rushing over. With her still-thick Russian accent, she pored over her only child. Where had she been? Why was she so flushed? Did she see what her father’s girlfriend was wearing, that hussy.

Mona’s head was spinning from the inside out. She could feel herself falling to the floor but couldn’t stop. She hit the ground with a solid thud and everyone ran to her side. What had happened. That must explain why she was so flushed, they say amongst themselves as she slowly comes to. As she regains consciousness she hopes she will be met with the same blue eyes that had put her into this frenzy but instead her eyes lock with a sympathetic pair of family brown eyes. Her husband. Her sweetheart. Her supposed one true love. She grimaced. Not from the pain but from the reality of her actions. She had ruined not only her life but his as well.

Mona started to sob, deep guttural sobs. Tears streamed down her face, smearing and ruining her perfect make up. It was the perfect poem to a heart breaking.

Thinking she could just be okay with her husband, Mona went on her honeymoon and had the same bored, predictable sex she had come to expect and dread from her husband. He was a good man and a good love, but something wasn’t there for her. Something fulfilling lacked every time he kissed her. She tolerated him, trying not to become too put off by him. He had done nothing wrong. It was her whose eye has wandered. Her who luster for someone else. Her who had fucked up her perfect little life by fucking some bartender.

When her cell phone dinged three days into her honeymoon she could all but stifle a smile when she saw it was Chelsea who had messaged her. When will you be back? I need to see you again. I want you. Oh how I want you. Mona could feel her heart racing and her body weakening. She couldn’t control this feeling. She didn’t want to.

The honeymoon ended and life returned to normal. Or, more precisely, anything but. Mona’s husband went off on a work trip and she immediately phoned Chelsea who was more than willing to come over and attend to Mona’s needs.

They fucked for hours and all over the loft that Mona and her husband had bought with help from Mona’s parents. They had finally approved of one. Of her lovers. He was a stand up guy with a heart and a conscience. He had a great job and loved Mona indiscriminately. He was, in all senses of the word, the perfect man. But it wasn’t a man she wanted. Not now, not ever again. She had been to the puppet show and seen the strings. She had seen what else was out there and was insatiable.

Mona ushered Chelsea out the door in the nick of time. Her husband was due back any moment. But even with her out of site, Chelsea was hardly out of Mona’s mind, her husband could tell. The distant look in her eye, the constant checking of her phone. She was in another world in her head and in his arms.

After several months, Mona finally came clean. Her husband expected as much. He just had no idea it was with another woman. A woman, under any other circumstance, he would have found attractive. When he saw a picture of the offender, to him her eyes were icy, her hair was dark and devilish. Everything that Mona longed for in Chelsea her husband cringed at. He tried, with all his power not to cry. All he could do, though, was wait for Mona to leave the room before he broke down. He threw a framed picture of them across the room and it shattered on the mantel. Pieces cracked and fell down to the floor where his heart lay, exposed and bare. Broken.

Even after wronging the absolute love of her life, Mona couldn’t stay away from Chelsea. She sought solace between Chelsea’s legs and was turned out nightly by her captivating beauty and prowess in bed.

They continued this way for months. Mona never even took a moment to mourn the end of her marriage. The end of the white picket fence, the end of being accepted by her parents, her friends and even society. All she could think about was fucking Chelsea… Until that fateful day when Chelsea’s wife walked back into their lives.

Chelsea dumped Mona so fast her head spun. What had happened? Hadn’t they been happy? She left her husband for Chelsea… Now here they were together on Chelsea’s front porch. Mona watched from the car as Chelsea and her wife walked hand in hand down the stairs, stopping only briefly to kiss. Mona’s stomach turned as the tears welled up in her eyes. Fuck her. Fuck that bitch, she thought. Chelsea wasn’t beautiful, neither inside nor out. Her eyes were a faded blue and her hair was limp. But even when she tried t tell herself that, seeing Chelsea from across the street brought back all those feelings, everything she wanted to hate… She couldn’t.

Mona gripped the steering wheel hard. Her knuckles whitened. As she flipped on the radio, smooth jazz poured through the speakers. She rocked slowly, and just ever so slightly to the beat. Her eyes daring between the interior of her Corolla and the women across the street. They kissed again as they got in the car. Chelsea, always chivalrous, helped her wife with her door before getting in. She turned on the engine and maneuvered out of the driveway.

White knuckled with fury tearing through her eyes, Mona slammed on the gas and barreled her car towards them. Fuck these happy bitches and their happily ever after. She went flying across the street but lost control of her car. It spun wildly before coming to rest in the brick wall in their front yard.

The air bag blew with a bang and a hiss. Mona’s face slammed into it full force, knocking the wind from her. She could feel nothing but pain shooting through her body as the numbness set in. Her breathing was shallow and her eyes were closing. All she could see we’re those beautiful blue eyes staring down at her as she lay dying. I love you, she wanted to say. I love you.

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