Unfaithful Ties (13 page)

Vanessa sniffed back her emotions and pulled away from him. “I love you, that much I do know. But my husband and I have been together since we were kids, and the baby that I’m carrying is his this time”

“And you’re keeping it? How can you be so sure that’s not my kid that’s growing inside of you?”

She walked over to the window and peeped through the mini blinds “I had a doctor’s appointment today, and I’m six weeks pregnant. I’m positive that Jason’s the father this time”. It’d just started raining. “I have to get going you know that I hate driving in the rain”

“Vanessa don’t do this to me” I need you; he said pinning her against the window, her new short haircut smashing against the mini blinds. Without warning he sucked Vanessa’s luscious lips into his mouth. Moments ago she was resolved with the decision to end everything between them but now she wasn’t so sure that she could go through with it. Solemnly, she pulled away. “I can’t do this” She cried. “My sole purpose for coming here was so that I could end this thing”

“This thing? So I’m a thing to you now?”

Vanessa turned and looked at him with tearful eyes. “You know that’s not what I mean. I came here to end this double life that I’ve been living”

“Did you?” Deon asked, and gently kissed her again. She thought that she was going to melt. “Or is this what you came for?” His shorts dropped to his feet.

She gasped and right then she knew that she was in trouble.
God why does he have to be so gorgeous?
“Please don’t make this hard for me”

“Oh, it’s hard for you alright” He said arrogantly, while forcing her hand around the shaft of his hardened, thick, and long manhood.

She uttered a soft sensual moan and allowed him to kiss her again. The next thing you know the two of them were in pure ecstasy. He’d yanked off her silk-like blouse and penciled skirt, pinned her up against the wall and slid inside with only one goal in his mind, changing hers.

But when the heated sex was over, so was their affair. Deon watched the woman he loved dearly, hop into her vehicle and leave. Only this time she wouldn’t be returning. Once Lena had driven off she realized that she didn’t give him the letter. That was the sole purpose for her visit. “Shit, I’ll just have to mail it to him” she mumbled and headed home.

Their affair began the same way that most adultery starts. Unplanned. She wasn’t looking for anyone; she had a healthy marriage with Jason. The unfaithfulness just sort of happened. She’d taken part in something she’d never imagined herself doing. Her deceiver was young, and full of life, gorgeous, ambitious, gutsy and affectionate. Everything about him was different. He was a twenty six year old convivial man that she’d fallen head over heels for.  And she was in trouble the day he approached her at the
G- Spot.

****

The rain had stopped and the sun was peeping through the clouds as she drove down the road feeling like she was the luckiest woman in the world. The roof to her 320 E Mercedes Benz was dropped as she sped home singing along with Whitney Houston
my love is your love
and tapping her hand against the stirring wheel. Knowing she was finally pregnant by her husband was the best news she’d received in a long time. “Well I want be smoking these anymore” She mumbled before tossed them out of the window.

Her husband didn’t even know that she’d recently begin smoking. He also didn’t know about the affair she’d had for the last two years of their marriage and he certainly didn’t know about the abortions. The secrets. The lies.

She was still singing along with Whitney and bobbing her head to the beat as she pushed down the turning signal and maneuvered into the turning lane.  She turned the volume up on the radio, as she waited for the light to change.  When the light turned green and Vanessa tapped the pedal and turned the only sound she heard was “Uurrrkkk” followed by a loud thump.

She couldn’t believe what had just happened before her eyes. It all happened so fast. The only thing that she could do was pray. Pray that God didn’t take her life.  The speed of the F150 that had just slammed into the passenger side of her vehicle had forced her car a few feet down the road. Vanessa was screaming with her eyelids closed shut as her brand new Mercedes tumbled at least four times. The horrid ride abruptly stopped when it slid into a telegram pole. Her head slammed directly into the stirring wheel, the airbag sprang her head into
the  headrest. From her upside down view she could see people running towards her. 

The windshield was now a million tiny pieces of glass. Broken pieces of the glass was everywhere inside of the car.
The seats, the floor, and the dashboard. Tiny chips of glass were clinging to her skin and hair. And her head? Boy was it spinning!  An intense pain like she’d never felt before.

Blood slid down her face. It was spouting out of her hair. She waived her hand across the top of her head. She panicked. She was losing a lot of blood.

Everything in the car was jammed together. It was unbelievable that she didn’t die at the presence of impact. The appearance of the exterior of her car was absolutely horrific. It was crumbled and unrecognizable.
Oh my God
, she cried and panicked. She was stuck. Feeling a slight case of claustrophobia creeping through her, a sensation she never knew existed until she was trapped inside the smashed box. Her heart was beating fast and hard. She put her hand on her chest and closed her eyes. She prayed. That was all she could do. Just don’t go to sleep, she thought.
If I close my eyes I may not wake up
.

“Oh my god!
Ma’am don’t try and move okay. The ambulance is on the way” A man yelled.

Vanessa looked up and took a deep breath. Her face was bruised. Her eyes were teary while surveying the face of a white man who seemed petrified. Although he looked kind of blurry she could tell he had curly black hair and funny colored eyes.

“Try and relax we’re going to get you out of here. He said while trying to open the door. It was stuck. “Don’t worry you’re going to be okay”

Vanessa eyes began rolling backwards. Blackness circled in. Her head slumped down to her breast and her eyes closed.

“Ma’am” The man shouted. After she didn’t respond he crawled in. He felt for a pulse. She was still breathing, “Where is that damn ambulance?” He shouted and stayed with her until the ambulance arrived.

****

By the time the paramedics arrived to Vanessa’s accident she’d slipped in and out of consciousness countless times. Removing her from the crumpled car could be described as anything but easy. Automatically the emergency staff agreed that she’d have to be cut out of the car. Afraid of the lengthy time that it would take to do so, paramedics hooked strings of IV’s to Vanessa’s near-lifeless body. Once the firefighters arrived and pulled the hoses of the hydraulic tools from the truck they quickly sheared the sharp blades into the fiberglass. It was well over an hour before Vanessa was pulled out of the vehicle.  All the paramedics described the accident as horrific, the worse they’d seen. As they’d strapped her to the stretcher and were able to get a clearer look at her, no one there predicted that she would survive.

Her eyes were
plumped; the skin underneath them was dark purple. Her entire body was swollen beyond recognition. Her head looked like it could pop at any time. She also had a fractured rib accumulating more scars to her already bruised lungs. Her condition didn’t look good at all.

“Her pulse is very weak” One of the paramedics said, and slipped an oxygen mask onto Vanessa’s
face. They were inside the ambulance truck. “So is her blood pressure”

“We’re losing her. She’s going into neurogenic shock
” The head paramedic announced. Quickly he pulled out the shock paddles. “ Prepare to Clear” 

Another member of the staff ripped open Vanessa’s bloody blouse, exposing her chest as the rest of the staff prepared to resuscitate her.

The head paramedic rubbed the paddles together and nodded his head to the rest of the staff. “Clear” He ordered and pressed the defibrillator into Vanessa’s Chest. When her muscles contracted and her body jerked hard, he pulled them away. “Do we have a pulse?” He asked.

“No” The woman paramedic co-signed.

“Clear” He ordered again, and sent another electrical shock tumbling through Vanessa’s body. “Do we have a pulse?”

“Still no pulse” The woman said.

“I’m going to extend the charge” He said. “Clearrrr” Once again her breathless body jerked, hard. “Do we have a pulse?”

The paramedic felt for a pulse. “Yes” She said happily.  “We have a pulse”

“Thank God” They all said with a sigh of relief.

“We’ve got to hurry up and get her to the hospital.” Another one said.

Finally the ride was over and the paramedics were pulling the stretcher off of the ambulance truck. Within minutes they were rushing Vanessa down the long hallway into surgery.

****

It was a little over 7 PM and the Traffic was heavy, bumper-to-bumper which was normal in Manhattan as Jason cruised down the road. He was on his way to pick up a few pizzas. When the traffic completely stopped moving. He crank up the volume to his radio and sat there patiently, bobbing his head to Cassy’s
I’m a hustler
Hip-hop track.

City employees were sweeping up broken glass so he figured it must’ve been a gruesome accident sometime earlier. He was leaving Vanessa another message on her voicemail when the police officer directing the traffic signaled for him to head in the opposite direction.

“Sweetie don’t take your normal route home there has been a bad accident that has traffic backed-up a few blocks.”

It was that very moment that he saw Vanessa’s compressed vehicle being pulled on the tow truck. Pain contorted through his entire body as his cellular slid through his now sweaty palm. This couldn’t be happening to him. His vision had suddenly grown blurry and he couldn’t see clearly, he couldn’t think clearly and all the commotion surrounding him turned blank. Impatient travelers were honking their horns, and some were cursing because he was now holding up the traffic. His soul was now empty. His heart that was joyous moment’s ago was now filled with a fearful question. Was his wife okay? Tears flowed steadily down his
cheeks, as he remained motionless. Heartache had him temporarily paralyzed.

“Sir you need to turn around” A short chubby officer of the law wearing a bright green vest over his uniform dictated.

Jason released his grief through a loud squall before he lifted his head from the wheel. “That’s my wife’s car” His face was woeful.

The officer wore his sympathy on his face. He didn’t have a clue how to respo
nd to what Jason had just said. “I’m sorry. Go right this way sir” He stuttered directing Jason to move forward.

The car remained motionless. “Is she okay?” Jason asked while sniveling through his words.

“I’m unsure. She was rushed to the hospital about an hour ago. I’m so sorry! I have you guys in my prayers.”

“What happened?” Jason asked.

“Driver in an F150 ran the traffic light and she got t-boned. The truck dragged her about fifteen feet down the road before her vehicle was slammed into a telegram pole.

“
No-o-o…” He wept letting his head fall back against headrest. The image of his wife’s experiencing the most fearful ride of her life, while helpless and traumatized sent knots of pain traveling through his body.

“I’m so sorry sir would you like for an officer to take you to her?”

Jason sat there unable to say a word.

“Sir let me just get you to pull over and an officer will take you to the hospital.”

Jason pulled over. This was too much to handle. He sat there crying, not knowing if Vanessa was dead or alive. He didn’t know if he’d be able to cope with losing her and he would’ve given anything to trade places with his wife.

****

Jason rushed through the doors of the ER full of tears, determined to find answers. “I just saw my wife’s car.” He said frantically. “Vanessa’s her name, she’s been in an accident. Is she okay?” He asked the receptionist.

“What’s her last name?”

“Duncan. Vanessa Duncan”

Jason waited anxiously as the elderly woman with salt and pepper hair sitting behind the glass window at the patient check-in keyed the information that he’d just given her into the system.

“Vanessa Duncan. She was rushed into emergency surgery about twenty minutes ago”

“Is she going to be alright?” He asked fearfully. “May I talk to a doctor please?”

“Give me just a second and I’ll get a doctor. You may have a seat in the waiting area if you’d like”

The waiting area was packed and Jason collapsed into one of the few seats left, dropped his head downward and covered both eyes with his hands. His mind was imagining the worst. What if Vanessa was paralyzed? Or even worse what if she’d died on the surgery table?

****

The next morning Jason felt his stomach turn and the strings to his heart tear as he walked into the intensive care unit. The doctors had warned him to prepare himself for the horrific view.
But how? How could he prepare himself to watch the woman that he loved more than his own life, fight for hers? He wished he could’ve just blinked his eyes, and just like that he’d been lying in the gurney and she’d be the one walking...and talking...and breathing normally. However life doesn’t work that way.