Tried to lie

A horn made me look up. Louie is already outside. I walked toward him. I opened the door and got into the car.

"We didn't see you last night,” he said, not paying attention to me.

Do I confess to him? I'm afraid I do not understand what I'm feeling.

"Because I got dizzy last night, so I just booked a hotel." I lied.

As we drove in silence, I couldn't help but feel guilty about the lie I just told Louie. The weight of my secret was becoming unbearable, and I knew that sooner or later, I would have to confront the truth. I don't look at him. He kept looking outside and pretending to observe the surroundings.

"It is not a hotel, Friah Natalie Marviz." He said it seriously.

The car's air conditioner was on, but my forehead was sweating. I can't lie to this man. He knows me well.

"What are you doing in that place? You look like you slept there.”

I slowly look at him. His gaze is still straight, but I catch a glance back and forth in the rear mirror.

"I don't know,” I stated.

"What did you do, Friah?" His voice was filled with concern and a hint of disappointment. I could sense that he was searching for answers, trying to understand my actions. The weight of his question hung in the air, making it difficult for me to find the right words to respond.

"I can't remember what happened last night,” I said nervously.

"I woke up earlier in an unfamiliar place, and then I saw someone beside me in the bed. It is not Drenver." I felt my hands wet. I did not notice that I was crying already.  My heart raced as I tried to piece together the events of the previous night, but my memory remained frustratingly blank. The fear of the unknown mixed with my tears, leaving me feeling vulnerable and overwhelmed.

Why am I crying? I don't know. I feel sticky, dirty, and wasted. After living a healthy lifestyle my entire life, I am now looking like a whore in the bar.

"You woke up naked? Why am I asking? You must be naked,” he stated.

"Do you see his face? We should report him,” he asked worriedly.

I nodded my voice barely a whisper. "Yes, I saw his face. But reporting him... I don't know if I can. What if no one believes me? What if they blame me instead?" My mind raced with fear and uncertainty, unsure of what to do next in this nightmare that had become my reality.

"Why can't we report it? You were taken advantage of. You were even taken to his place." He heard a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

I wiped my tears and just stared at the hands. Since I initiated the kisses and did not scream when he asked me to leave, we are unable to report him.

"We'll go to the police station,” he stated.

I touch his arm. "No, please." My head is shaking. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His vein in his arm was palpably tense. I closed my eyes tightly before looking at him. His forehead was wrinkled, and his ears and nose were already red.

"I don't understand you; make me understand you, Friah. Tell me what happened, he said seriously.

"It's not possible; Drenver will know if we go to the police station. I can't lose him," I said, begging. Still shaking like a child begging for candy, Drenver is my only companion in life; I can't live without him.

"He will know, and he will know that Friah, even if you hide it from him, there is no secret that cannot be revealed,” he said.

"Just now, Louie. I will tell him later." I heard him sigh. I removed my hand from his arm and just looked out the window. He didn't agree with my decision, but I didn't want Denver to know that I was at the police station and that I had sex with someone else.

"Friah, we'll talk more tomorrow, he said as I unbuckled the seatbelt. I nodded to him and opened the door. I'm out.

"Thank you." I quickly looked at him and walked into the apartment.

"Call me." He said goodbye and started his car. I didn't look at him. I just stupidly went inside.

"Where have you been?" Drenver said it seriously, tinged with anger. He was sitting on the sofa and facing the TV.

"I-I s-sleep.” My words were broken. I could see the disbelief in Drenver's eyes as he stared at me. I knew I had to explain myself, but finding the right words seemed impossible at that moment.

"With whom?" he cut me off without looking at me.

"I had a sleepover with Louie. I didn't insist he drive me home because he was already drunk." I lied.

"I went there, Babe, so stop lying to me." He faced me. His face was dark. His thick eyebrows became a line.

"What time did you go? Maybe you didn't catch up with us. I'm sorry.” I can't stand his burning eyes. The fists rested on both sides of the sofa.

I walked to the kitchen. Open the fridge and get a cold glass of water. I heard his footsteps following me.

I drink the water while looking at him arriving in front of me. "After I called, minutes had passed when I arrived. I saw Louie." He came in front of me as if he had just looked at me from afar. I just swallowed when he was only a centimeter away from my face. I couldn't move, as if my feet were nailed; I couldn't step away.

"Are you cheating on me?" he asked coldly after smelling me. His eyes were like throwing fire, and his jaw tightened.

"No, I'm not!" I quickly answered him. Look away. I managed to take a small step backward.

"What's the man's name?" He followed my movements. Grabbing both of my arms, I let go of the glass so tightly that it fell to the floor. The broken glasses scattered, but Drenver's grip didn't budge. We were still standing, even though some people hit my foot and leg.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I said impatiently. A loud voice answered my question. Half of my face went numb. The hangover I was feeling earlier seems to have disappeared.

"Friah, you know me. I don't like when someone lies to me," he said, trying his best.

I can't lie to him. I looked back at his face. Touched his cheek. "I'm sorry." Tears continue to fall on my cheeks. He tightened his grip on one arm and pulled me towards our room. He dropped me like a stone. The back hit the soft bed.

He went to the door and locked it. He unbuttoned the polo shirts one by one. Stripping of pants and boxers followed. It no longer covers any part of the body. He approached me like a tiger that had found its prey. Without a second thought, he landed on top of me.

I shook my head, begging. "Drenver, no, please." His lips pressed against my neck. He started behind the ear, down to the collarbone. He quickly took off my pants of his own accord. I feel his manhood touching my thighs, then at the entrance of my vagina.

"Drenver!" I pushed him in the chest, away from me.

He smirked. "What? You don't want it? You don't want it with me, but you make moves with other men. Damn it!" He aggressively brushed his hair from the front. He was afraid to punch hard. I thought it would hit me, but it hit the bed. It blew away on top of me. I picked up the clothes from the floor and left the room. He slammed the door shut.

"I'm sorry," I kept whispering while sobbing. I wiped my wet cheek. I fell on the bed and continued to cry like a child.

I did not mean I didn't intend to fool you. I wanted to say words earlier, but I couldn't; it was like my tongue was cut off and all I could say was sorry.

My pocket vibrated once. I didn't take it. Someone was calling, but I let it die. I can't talk to other people.

I heard a car start. He will leave; just now, our fight has reached the point of pain. He just hit me physically. We used to fight often, but only to the point of yelling at each other.

I thought my phone wouldn't vibrate anymore. It never stopped. Who is calling? The surroundings are quiet. I took my phone. I was about to reject the call when my gaze on the screen, showed the unfamiliar number.

Unknown number.

The number entered is unfamiliar. I was about to press the power button when the number that had been calling appeared again.

I lay down on the bed and coughed hard before I decided to answer the call. "Hello?" My voice was heard to answer.

“You forgot your bag,” a husky voice said. The unexpected response surprised me. Confusion washed over me as I tried to recall where I had left my bag.

I sat in shock. I recognize the voice. “Who is this?" I asked. I frustratedly brushed my hair.

“I know you know me,” he said on the phone.

“I'll wait for you to come." His voice is still sleepy and sounds seductive to me. My heart raced as I tried to place the voice. It was deep and alluring, but it sent a shiver down my spine.