Rats
780 Words
Why the hell am I doing this? I berate myself as I walk to the hall, heels clicking firmly against the porcelain floor. Heads turn in my direction, eyes following me with a mixture of awe and fear.
I lift my chin and ignore them as I continue down to the hall.
I am used to the attention. It has always followed me like a shadow. It is the price I pay for being Carlos Cortez’s daughter, the leader of the most ruthless gang in New York City.
I round the corner and climb to the second floor, making my way toward the private section of the venue. I stop in front of the men’s restroom, my palms pressing flat against the hardwood door.
I hesitate.
Whatever is on the other side is probably nothing. He is likely just taking a piss, and I am standing here imagining the worst.
Fuck. I am a horrible wife.
I bite my lip, considering turning back for a second, until I hear his voice.
“f**k,” he moans. “Take it all in, Jess.”
I freeze, my heart lurching into my throat.
No.
This can't be happening.
My stomach twists painfully.
Fucking hell. I'm hearing things. That's it. I must have had too much to drink and now I am imagining s**t.
Even as I sell myself that lie, my breath catches. My fingers tremble as I push the door open just enough to peek inside.
And I see it.
The very thing I was dreading.
My husband f*****g my best friend. His d**k in her mouth, pounding into her as she digs her nails into his hips, moaning like a b***h.
Fire floods my veins.
I curl my fingers, long nails biting into my palms until blood beads along my skin. Tears threaten to spill, but I bite my lip hard, refusing to let them fall.
I watch as the bastard groans, shuddering as he spills his seed into her mouth.
Jessica rises from her knees slowly while Jake fumbles with the buckle of his dress pants.
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, displeasure flashing in her emerald eyes.
He gazes at her with the same loving look he gives me. My jaw tightens, but I force myself not to move, even though every fiber of my being screams to burst through the door and murder them both.
“What is wrong?” he asks.
The traitor b***h purses her lips. “Why do you always have to hug her?” Her voice rises. “It is almost like you love her.”
Jake exhales sharply. “Jess, do not start with this again.” He shakes his head. “You know we can't raise suspicion. Do you realize how much s**t we would be in if she found out about us?”
She huffs. “I know. I just wish you would not touch her so much.”
He gives her a small smile. “Just a little longer. Until my I can bring Carlos Cortez down.”
There is a beat of silence before he opens his arms. “Come here.”
She hesitates, but then a small smile curves her lips. She melts into his embrace, the same way I did just moments ago.
That's it. I can't watch anymore.
My heart pounds, bile rising in my throat. I turn and bolt.
A swirl of emotions swallows me whole as I escape into the women's restroom nearby, tears blurring my vision.
Jake. The man I thought I loved. The one who kissed me at prom and bought me flowers on my birthdays. The one who got down on one knee and proposed. The man I lost my virginity to. The man I married.
He was a f*****g rat. This whole damn time.
He was using me, along with the traitor slut Jessica Daniels.
I burst into the restroom, heaving as the world closes in so tightly I feel like I'm suffocating.
I'm a fool. A total f*****g fool.
How did I never notice this?
I stagger to the mirror and glance up at my reflection. My makeup is smeared, black tears running down my cheeks.
For a moment, I just stare. Not only do I look like s**t, but I feel like it too. It's so pathetic. So damn pathetic.
Fire surges through me, burning me alive.
No.
This isn’t right. I grit my teeth until my jaw hurts.
I’m Esmeralda f*****g Cortez. The baddest b***h in this city. I don’t let anyone step on me.
Especially not a pair of rats.
Rats don’t deserve my tears.
They deserve one thing only.
Extermination.
- Writer
