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Art by Hillary Lyon 2018

MY HEART WILL ALWAYS BE YOURS.      

Jon Park

 

          Stevie is like an open book. I sensed something was up earlier in the week. We’d be having a discussion and he would just zone out on me. He was probably thinking of you and your fake tits; you home breaking whore, that’s all you are.

          We were happy in our own little world, until you got into his head and pants.

          Stevie and I had been together since high school. He was your standard jock. Good at football and tinkering with cars, and pretty much nothing else. He wasn’t the sharpest knife in the set, but he was good and decent, and I loved him with all my heart.

          I was a cheer leader. That’s how we first hooked up. I had a body to die for, then. I was three months pregnant for my prom and married to Stevie before I was nineteen.

          Stevie dropped out of college and got a job working in a body shop, that was six years ago and now he’s the head mechanic. He’s real good with his hands, I’m sure your aware of that, bitch.

          Live was hard early on, my daddy helped us out, set us up in a trailer home and gave me money when he could. Jessica was born into a happy home and Stevie adored her from the moment he set eyes on her. She’s just like him, with those dark, doleful eyes.

          Life has been pretty good to us these past six years. Stevie would always buy me flowers and a card on every anniversary. I’ve kept every one of those cards and I pressed those flowers into my memory book, where I also kept my first baby scan and a lock of Jessica’s hair.

          Just last night, I pulled those cards out and read what Stevie had written. “Tracey, I love you. My heart will always be yours.” Everyone ends with the same inscription, “My Heart will always be yours.”

          Now, Miss false tits, you’ve come on the scene and you’ve destroyed all this.

          It was just little things that got me onto you. Stevie started to come home later than usual from work. Before, he had been as regular as his morning dump. Home at five thirty, every night. I would always have a hot meal ready on the table for him and a cold one in the fridge. Then suddenly, the food was going cold and he would come home with some half arse excuse, not able to look me in the eye. That was the first sign.

          Then he started taking a shower every day before he went to work and he would get me to iron his overalls, suddenly he was taking care in his appearance, something he had never done. What sealed it, was when he kissed me goodbye that morning. He was wearing aftershave to work. Doused in cedar wood. I guess that’s when I knew for certain.

         

                                                         

          So I had come into the shop that same morning and my suspicious where confirmed when I saw you, all glamourous with those big, false tits, stood behind the reception. You had been there a whole month and Stevie hadn’t mentioned you. I knew then what was going on and I felt my world collapse.

          A girl friend confirmed it. She had seen the two of you at the bar and grill all cosied up. When she walked in, she said Stevie had jumped up like he had just been branded with a hot iron.

          So I did what most wives would do. I checked his mobile phone while he slept. Sure enough I found the texts. You had been meeting at the motel just off route 41. Cheap place, but I’m sure good enough for what you two had in mind.

          So I confronted him. He broke down in tears, telling me he couldn’t stop it, he had fallen for you, totally. We had married too young, it wasn’t my fault. He still loved me, but it wasn’t the same. He felt trapped.

          I threw the card down that he had given me only two weeks ago on our sixth anniversary. The same inscription, “My heart will always be yours.”

          “So, tell me,” I screamed, “Has she won your heart.”

          He replied with just one word that devastated me.

          “Yes.”

I knew I had lost him then and you had won.

          He broke down and told me he was planning on leaving me tonight and was to meet you at the motel.

          It was easy getting access to the motel room. I told the manager that it was your birthday and I had a surprise for you. He let me in the room and waited while I set the bag down on the centre of the bed. The bed you expected to be fucking on later.

          As I drove back home, I wondered if you had found the bag and opened it yet. I could imagine the look on your face as your screams echo around the motel parking lot.

          But hey, like Stevie said, you had won his heart.






Jon Park lives in Gateshead in the North East of England. After several years playing guitar in a local band, he turned to writing, and with encouragement from his daughters Emily and Charlotte and his partner Tracey, he started to release them into the world. “The Magician” (which will appear in Issue #67 of Yellow Mama) was his first piece ever to be accepted for publication. “My Heart Will Always Be Yours” was accepted after “The Magician” but appears first, proving that his first was not his last.




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