Chapter 28

Paul dropped from the taxi he boarded as he began to work towards his house. He lives in an estate and like most houses at the estate, his house was a bungalow and there was no fence surrounding it.

He got to the entrance of his house and brought out the key to the door from his pocket. He inserted it into the door and turned the lock. The key refused to turn. Instead, the door opened as he tried to turn the lock again, pushing it forward a little bit this time.

He wondered if his house had been broken into. He didn’t expect the door to be unlocked since he thought he locked it before he left the house in the morning.

He entered the house and walked through it slowly as he carefully checked the state of the things in it. To the best of his knowledge, nothing was out of place. He moved towards his room and saw that the door was opened. He thought he closed it in the morning. He pushed the door and widened the aperture before he decided to step in. He did not expect what he saw. Someone was sitting on his bed right staring back at him. It was Helen.

“Fuck, you scared me,” Paul said.

Helen did not reply, she only stared at him.

“I thought you were going to be at your parent’s place for some time. Why are you back already?” Paul asked.

“Just a few days away, but I guess that was enough days for you to put your dick in another woman, right?”

Paul looked quite confused. There’s no way she knows about Diane, he thought.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

Instead of giving an answer, Helen only looked to her right side on the bed and then looked back at Paul. Paul also looked in that direction and his eyes became wide.

“Those are not mine, are they?” Helen asked.

Paul didn’t reply.

“So, tell me,” Helen continued. “What did she look like? Did you guys do it on the bed or on the floor? How many times did you guys do it?”

“I never brought any woman here,” Paul said.

“Oh, so you fucked her somewhere else and took her undies? I never thought you had the guts,” Helen said with a smirk on her face. “She probably offered it to you.”

Helen stood up and held her suitcase, which was on the bed, with her right hand.

“What are you doing?” Paul asked.

“What does it look like?”

“Where will you stay?”

“Hotels exist,” Helen said.

Paul didn’t know how to beg. It was one of his poor qualities and at that moment, he would have pleaded with Helen not to leave but he did not know how to.

He walked along with her to the sitting room where she turned around and looked at Paul.

“How would you feel if I told your dad about the things you have in store for him?” Helen asked and then, she resumed her walk.

Paul, not knowing what to do, touched her arm and tried to stop her from leaving the house. He wondered what he could say to her.

“Don’t touch me!” Helen said out loud. “I’ll scream!”

Paul obeyed and removed his hand from her arm. He watched her walk out of the door and he watched her enter a ride she had ordered some moments before.

He went back into his room and stared at the undies on the bed. He remembered that he was in a bit of a hurry in the morning and had just dumped it in the wastebasket by his door. He was going to empty the wastebasket when he arrived in the evening, and he didn’t even expect Helen to be back anytime soon.

He let himself fall freely, face down on the bed and the bed gave a small creaking sound.

“I’m so, so fucked,” he said to himself.