"I trust him. I trust him."
I am thinking out loud as I make my way to the back door. I'm afraid of what I will find. I take a deep breath and exhale loudly. Maybe it's not as bad as I think it is.
There, with her arms draped around Bobby, in a pastel pink dress, cream 6 inch pumps with her hair slick back in a chignon, her lips on Bobby's, the woman Bobby was supposed to be working with moans and groans as she rubs her body against his, kissing him fervently. He allows her to and moves along with her. His belt buckle is loose and I can see his erection protruding through his pants.
With one animal like move, I race over and grab the woman by her let rib and toss her down on the kitchen floor as if she were an animal attacking Bobby.
All I hear is shattered glass, but I keep my gaze on Bobby as I search his eyes for answers. Bobby's heavy breathing dims the cries behind me as I continue to look deeply and intensely into his eyes, waiting for an explanation.
With a loud bang, Gerard slips on the broken as he makes his way to the woman, trying to help her up.
The smell of fresh blood lingers in the air. Still, the gaze between Bobby and I prevented us both from making a move to help the woman or Gerard.
I bend down with Bobby's belt buckle in full view and slowly pull his suit pants up and tie the buckle back intact. Strands of my dark hair falls graciously across my face. Some of the strands soaks up my free flowing tears, which is welcoming at this moment.
It's like Bobby had just realized what had happened. He rushes over to the woman who is lying in a pool of blood as the shattered glass pierces her skin. I didn't dare look any further at the state I put the woman in . I stand in the kitchen for a while watching Bobby. He looks so worried about the woman.
