Make It There

I drove at down the road where I lived on, staring at the road. I felt disgused, full of guilt.
Dang it, Tuukka, dang it. You got nothing but memeories you can live without. What are you going to say to Bebe, huh? What would you say to Bebe when she asks where you were at? Will you lie? Ohhh...that would just be plain mean just make things worse if you do that. Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when she asks you?
I know, I'll just tell her the truth. It'll make life easier.
Oh really? I doubt it.
I will. I wait for her question.
Okay then, let's see how that goes! Hehe...Good luck!
I got off the car, gathering up all my confidence as the sun was going down. I opened the door with sweaty hands and tried to slip away to my office from Bebe, who was watching TV.
"Hey, there, Tuuks the Ninja." Bebe said, her eyes still on the screen.
I froze in my tracks. "Hi," I squeaked.
"How are you?" Bebe turned around, looking at me.
"Ummm...good?"
"You don't sound good."
"I don't feel good."
"Why did you leave?"
"Because...I um..." I sighed. "I thought that I found where Jonny was. But I didn't find him."
"You should stop looking for him. I know that he's your friend and everything, but it shouldn't keep you from having a good night sleep and spending time with me."
Yea...I should stop looking for him. "I'm gonna be at my office, okay?" I fast-walked, hoping that Bebe wouldn't ask me to stay.
And she didn't.

About thirty minutes later, Bebe walked into my office.
"Yes?" I asked her, not looking at her.
"Tell me, where did you go?"
"Go today?" I looked at her.
"No, one minute ago-- No of course today!!!" Bebe waved her hands in the air.
"I went to an island." I turned back to the computer.
"Without me?"
"It's not a vacation island, I can tell you that."
"And what were you doing there?"
"Looking for Jonny. That's all." I lied. Well, I half-lied. No, no I lied all the way. I didn't even look for Jonathan!
"So it took you five hours to look around an island for a person?"
"Yes..."
"I don't think so--"
"Bebe, why don't you believe me?" I turned around againt to look at her.
"Because it sounds impossible. You can't look for a person five hours straight without taking any breaks."
"I didn't say that I didn't take any breaks."
"You said that you were looking for Jonathan. That's all."
"What am I suppose to do--tell you every single little that I did?"
"Yes."
I gave Bebe an are-you-serious-look-?
"Don't give me that look, Tuukka." Bebe crossed her arms. "So you just looked for Jonathan, right?"
"Yes. And...took breaks..."
"And that's it?"
"Yes..."
"Really?"
I felt the truth trying to escape from me, but I tried to shove it back down my throat. "Y-yes..."
Bebe gave me an are-you-sure-? look.
I felt myself sweating, trying to keep myself look innocent.
"Why are you sweating? The A/C's on."
I adjusted my collar. "It's nothing..."
"Tuukka--"
"It's nothing, I'm fine--"
"Tuukka, what did you do?"
I stood there feeling my bones turn into jello. "I hung out with a lady!" I blurted out. Oh, well stated there.
"You...hung out...with a...lady..?"
"Yes!" My hands turned into fists. "That's what happened. I-I didn't even looked for Jonny! I got sidetracked by her!"
"And what did you two do?"
"Well, we..." I immediately got quite.
"Oh no...you better not--"
"Yes!" I shouted. "I-I-I'm sorry!"
"How could you?!" Bebe's face immediately turned angry. "Here you are not spending anytime with me, your wife, and you just go out with another lady giving all your love to her?! Tuukka, don't you have a mind?!"
"Look, Bebe, I don't want to fight, I'm sorry, can we please--"
Bebe walked up to me and slapped me across the face. "That's what you get!" Bebe stormed off.
"HEY!!!" I yelled. "You don't ever slap me like that!!!"
"You desereved it!" Bebe shouted at me. "What you did was not right!"
"I know! But that doesn't mean that I should get slapped!!"
"Oh yes!!! You needed that slap so that you can get into your right mind!!!"
"I know if I'm okay or not--don't tell me what is wrong with me!!!" And like that, I slapped Bebe hard across her face.
Bebe slumped onto the floor and began to sob.
I immediately felt my anger melt off, sorriness taking over. "Bebe..." I covered my mouth and knelt next to her. "Bebe, I'm so--"
"No." Bebe pushed me away. "Go, leave. Do whatever you want to do. Who am I to tell you what to do?"
"Bebe, look, I'm sorry--"
"No! Just go! I'm sick of this! Go away!" Bebe turned away from me.
"Fine." I sighed and got up and left my office. But then I walked backwards, taking a look at Bebe. I bit my lip. "Bebe, are you sure--"
"Take your stuff and leave."
I walked away and did what she told me to do.
I desereved it.

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