Was originally a songfic for games, but I cleaned it up and what not. Comment :) xox Julia
Curiosity Killed the Cat
I stepped out of the taxi onto the lawn of the Jonas residence.The house looked the same as it had when I left a little over a year ago. I was studying architecture in Italy courtesy of Paul Kevin Sr. He said my talent shouldn’t go unnoticed and wanted me to brush up on my skills.
I would never be able to pay for it on my own. My dad has been an alcoholic ever since my mother died six years ago and to ask him for some money for school would be stunting his precious booze supply.
I am so grateful for the Jonas’, if I never met them I don’t know where I’d be today. They’re like my family, except Joseph’s more than that.
We instantly became best friends when his family invited my dad and I six years ago for a ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ supper.Joe and I have been dating for the past two years. He was the one who insisted on trying to make it work when I left for Italy. He is also the one who has been acting so distant from me lately. Hopefully I’ll make it better by surprising him with my presence.
I made my way up the driveway nervously. I smiled to myself as I heard soft music coming from inside, the boys really loved creating music. I knocked on the door three times and was surprised when there was no response. I knocked again louder and again no answer.
I saw shadows moving inside so I decided to go by the back. I found their spare key hidden in the mouth of the ceramic fog in the middle of their mini fountain and quietly opened the back door.
I walked inside and through their kitchen. The sounds of two people moaning became more distinct which each step I took. I realized that the music that I had heard before was some romantic music playing in the background.
Curiosity overcame me as I walked closer and closer to the noise, careful not to make any sounds. It sounded like the noise was coming from the living room. I rounded the corner and looked for the source.
There on the couch was some slut in her bra on top of my boyfriend. The boy I loved, the boy who swore he’d always love me. They were in the middle of an intense make-out session, not even noticing me through their kisses.
He was groping her and she was thrusting her pelvis closer to his, making him moan. It seemed like that metal ring around his finger wasn’t even on his mind. An empty bottle of vodka was on the floor and there was some traces of leftover coke on the coffee table.
I took in the scene as tears streamed from my eyes, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“J-Joe”
I squeaked as he looked up. His eyes locked with mine as I shook my head. I took off my promise ring he had given me for our first year anniversary and propelled it at his head.
A look of shock came over his face but I didn’t wait to see what else he was going to do because I took off running.
I ran down the steps where we had our first kiss, past the swinging chair where he serenaded me, around the tree where we made-out under and away from the boy who broke my heart in two.
My tired feet took me to the park where he had asked me to be his three years ago. I took a seat at the swing and cried silently to myself.
How could he forget about me? Is this why everytime I called him he would have an excuse to get off the phone? Why didn’t I see this coming? I thought he just missed me, I was so wrong.
I heard footsteps behind me but I didn’t bother turning around. He sat on the swing next to me, making it creak under his weight. He let out a big sigh and tried to wrap his arms around me.
“Baby, I missed you”
He said in a tone that made me want to melt. His alcohol tainted breath brought me back to reality.
“Don’t touch me and I’m not your Baby”
I coldly replied more tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Please don’t cry, I’m sorry you had to see that but we can get through this, we always do.”
He slurred. I stared at him for the first time that night, wanting to punch his face in.
“You see Joe, I don’t know if I can get past this, you royally screwed up big time. Alcohol?Drugs? What happened to you? I really miss my boyfriend. I’m sorry if I was in Italy and not here to give into your horny needs, I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you but why didn’t you just break up with me? Why did you have to cheat?”
I stuttered, my heart was pounding through my chest.
“No,No,No… the drugs were all hers, the alcohol too… I had a sip..or two, but the rest was hers I swear. We just caught up in the moment. I swear what you saw tonight never happened before. Sarina believe me when I say I love you. Please.”
He said as his eyes glistened over from the tears threatening to fall.
“No Joe, you don’t love me. Admit it, you loved me. I’m a thing of the past. Three years down the drain. I can’t handle this anymore, I can’t trust you. For all I know you sleep around with random chicks, get drunk and high!”
I choked on my words. I never thought the day would come when I would have to tell Joe I couldn’t trust him anymore.
“You’re wrong Sari, I do love you… I just messed up big time, please forgive me. You are right though, when you left I was so depressed. I acted happy on the phone with you so you wouldn’t worry but I turned to all the bad stuff. I went to parties, got drunk.. but I never slept with anyone, I swear. No one liked the old boring,innocent Joe Sari, but everyone likes the new,exciting Joe..for once I fit in Sari.. and I’m sorry I hurt you ”
He said, a tear slipping down his cheek.
“No, you’re wrong Joe, I loved the old Joe… I just can’t love the new one, I can’t. It’s over”
I said between tears. I got off the swings and began walking away.
“How many times must I say I’m sorry?”
Joe shouted after me, pulling at his hair in frustration.
“You’ll never have to say it ever again, I’m done playing your games”
I shouted back, not really caring if I was going to wake up the whole neighborhood. I began to run again.
The one thing that had made sense in my life was gone forever. As much as I would miss him it was something I had to do.
I don’t even know if we could ever be friends again. I don’t think I could ever trust him after what he had done. In a second, my life came crashing down.
I should’ve known better than to walk into his house after no one answered. Didn’t I know that curiosity killed the cat? Well, one thing’s for sure, we’ll never have to play these little games ever again. I unlocked the front door of my house, ran into my bathroom and opened the cupboard frantically looking for something.
I pulled out a container with the label ‘Sleeping Pills’.
Perfect.
