Daryl and Brian were sitting on the couch curled up in each others arms watching a movie together. It was night like these that made all their turmoil worth it. They had a very rocky relationship from the start but they pushed through everything and came together.
The door bell rang. Daryl had looked up at his husband, his right brow slightly raised in question. 'I wasn’t expecting anybody," Brian said in response to the eyebrow. Daryl hadn’t relented with the eyebrow but got up anyway to open the door. “All I ask is for one night with my husband; but noooo the universe doesn’t even want to pity me,” he mumbled to himself, gesticulating wildly.
He swung the front door open, intent on arguing with the person there only for him to take one look at the visitor and slam the door. He pressed his back to the door and his breaths came out in heavy puffs. “Hey, is everything alright?” Brian asked, worry written all over his face as he approached Daryl. “Who’s at the door?” he asked calmly before the visitor started pounding heavily on the door.
“Daryl you can’t shut me out so open the damn door,” the voice said. It was evident that the man was drunk but that didn’t mean it was any better. Daryl was pespiring at this point and he looked on the verge of crying. He’s breathing was ragged and his eyes were filled with unshed tears.
“I’m sorry,” he declared before letting out a heavy sob. “I shouldn’t have done it. I thought you were with her and I overreacted and made my own conclusions…” he paused and looked up at Brian “…I’m just sorry,” he rambled before throwing himself into Brian’s arms.
“Hey,” Brian said soothingly. He was running his hand on Daryl’s back in what was supposed to be a soothing manner but instead looked like her was trying to start a fire with the cotton of Daryl’s shirt. “Who’s there and how those he know your name? His voice doesn’t sound like any of our friends and fam-” He was cut off by the sight of the visitor.
“So this where my little wh*re lives, huh?” the man questioned. “Fooling little miss four eyes over hear that you’re a faithful little husband, aren’t you?” He questioned before calling badly. I will not but used as someone’s plaything then be cast aside as if I’m worthless," he commented, his voice talking a sharp edge.
“Brian I’m sorry,” Daryl said desperately as Brian started to extract himself from their embrace. “I didn’t mean to-”
“You didn’t mean to cheat on me?” Being asked angrily. His mistakes were flaring and he was red in the face. "Just get the f*ck out of my house,"he said as he strode up the stairs.
Just a short story I was working on to practice my writing.