MY HEART WILL ALWAYS BE YOURS.
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
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.
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
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
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.
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.