CHERYL IN TROUBLE

CHERYL'S POV

CHAPTER ONE

CHERYL'S POV

I was getting married. It was all the thoughts that consumed my nights and days for the past one week. William Long was my prince and charming and I was his perfect bride. We had spent so many months planning for this, me and him, our two families.

In my head, I had built the perfect love life. People knew us as the perfect couple ‘the power couple of the year’ and I liked it. I lived in it. William was handsome in an innocent way. His smile which made a gloomy room come alive, his eyes which held yours and made you believe you were the most important person to him and his body. His strong hard, body which melted my heart a million times over.

And I was the envious beauty by his side. The princess whom he had saved, the one every girl wanted to be. And I was happy or had been until ten minutes ago.

I hid in the closet and the tears will not stop running. I had whined and winced thinking they heard me but they did not. How could they? When they were on my couch making love? My fiancé – William Long – with my own sister and in my own dressing room.

They did not seen me come in – excited as I had been. Jumping from one foot to the other and humming out a tone I could barely remember now and then seeing them there.

Naked, sweaty bodies. Sprawled out on my couch making awful disgusting sounds. Making love. The shock had had me transfixed for a minute, yet they had not noticed me.

I did not know what to think. It was as though my brain had suddenly shut down. The glare of this reality was too much for it to comprehend, so it had gone into flight mode.

I had gone into the closet and hid there, I had not been thinking at the moment. But now I thought. The thoughts flew in my head and it had not been too long before I brought out my phone, turned down the sound – so as not to be disturbed by sudden calls and notifications – and began recording.

The plan began to hatch then. I did not yet know what I would do with the recording but I would get an idea, sooner or later. The recording would come to play it’s role.

If this was a dream and someone had woken me up from it to tell me that William would cheat on me – with my sister of all people – I never would have believed it. I would have dragged them out by their hair and asked them to rot in hell.

The scene disgusted me too much and when I thought I could take no more, they ended it. I saw my sister look up at William with lust. She wanted more of him. More of my William – that slimy- pretentious-fiance-snatching-b***h – she leaned in and William kissed her. He did look slightly embarrassed but not embarrassed enough not to slap her backside.

“We should leave here.” Kayla – my sister – suggested an William agreed.

“Yeah.” He answered and I could sense that his mind was elsewhere. Did he think of me then? Did he feel any pang of guilt for betraying me like this? What were the things that went on in his head? I did not know if I still cared enough now to want to know.

I loved him. I did, I still do but I was hurt, angry and pissed and I was cooped up in a god-damned closet. William approached the cupboard and stopped short, I held my breath.

He was pulling his cloth over his head and from where I squatted, looking through the small opening where the doors did not quite close, I saw his abs and his firm and tanned stomach muscles. The reward of his – our – daily work outs and I felt the heat rise in me. How was I in this situation and my body still wanted him?

He looked back at Kayla – who had finished dressing – and approached her slowly. She looked up at him and smiled.

“I still want you.” She whispers to him. It was impossible to see his face from here but I imagined he frowned or did he smile?

He bent down and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Cheryl would be back here soon.” He pulled his socks on. “You know what she would do if she meets us like this?”

Kayla shrugged. “What would she do? We are fully dressed. She cannot suspect anything, her head is too high in the clouds for her to notice anything.”

She stands from the couch where she has been sitting and moves closer to him until their bodies touch. I half expect him to move away, to push her away for being so needy, so gummy but William stays put. I still could not see his face, cannot see the expression he is making but I imagine he enjoys this little thing they are doing as much as my sister. I grit my teeth.

“You would see me tonight?” she asks him. Her face mere inches from his. “I believe I can give you all of tomorrow and maybe a week to be with her, but not more.”

He holds her by the waist and draws her nearer to him. “Cheryl is going to be my wife and I need to treat her better than that.” He tells her but she is too busy nibbling his nose to hear him.

He holds her hand and looks into her eyes. The same way he does with me, the same way he does other people. I almost laughed out loud but I cannot be caught here like this. She must think she is special to him in some way, but truly, she is nothing to him. Just as I have realized now that I am nothing.

“We should go.” He repeats, this time, he puts more strength into it. He means it and I see Kayla’s head bob slowly. She tries not to break eye contact first but finally she relents.

She picks her bag where it is laying on the ground and heads for the door then looks back at William before she reaches it, making a call gesture with her hand to her ears then blows his a kiss. William catches it. I roll my eyes.

Once she is out of the door, William waits for a two heartbeats before following her out. And then, slowly I push the doors open and crawl out. My knees are weak from a the squatting and I can barely stand so I just keep crawling till I reach the couch. The couch that still has evidence of their lovemaking.

The tears begin to flow again and this time I don’t try to hold it in. I cry till my eyes almost burst and I begin to get hiccups. Everything still felt so surreal and I did not want to believe it. My sister was tight, my head had been too high up in the clouds – in our fantasy – and I did not think I wanted to come out of that fantasy just yet.