Everything will be better in the morning

That stupid song just keeps on going through my head, ‘what do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor early in the morning.’
But as the song keeps spinning through my mind, I change the word ‘sailor’ to Alex.
‘What do I do with you?’ I say softly to myself as I look down at you. Everything has quiet down a lot, now that you have fallen asleep. You passed out right on the lounge chair but only seconds before you just wouldn’t stop screaming and throwing things across the room in my direction. You were so angry at me, I tried to explain myself but you just wouldn’t listen to me every time I opened my mouth to speak you just saw the colour red.
You knew that the neighbours could hear you so you screamed louder hoping to annoy the people on our left just because they woke you up with the lawnmower on Saturday at 9:30. But now its 2:30 in the morning and I know for sure the Jensen’s have probably already called the police or are about to.
I sit beside your sleeping form and wonder about all the things you said, most of them completely false but a few of them were so close to the truth that my heart felt like it was being torn in two.
“But who did he see at that party down at?” I whispered to no-one in particular as I brushed a sweat drench curl from his forehead.
I stood up quickly and glanced towards the clock on the wall and thought to myself ‘if old Mr Lawson is awake and heard Alex screaming he would most definitely had called the police and they would be here in less then 20 minutes, considering that we live on the outskirts of town.’
I had just enough time to quickly sweep up the pieces of broken glass and right some of the furniture in the lounge room. I ran quickly into the kitchen and grabbed the small dustpan and broom and began my activities.
All the while thinking, who had told Alex about Michael?
Just thinking about Michael as I clean this mess makes my heart skip a beat and my face become infused with heat.
I had only met Michael a month ago through Heather, the receptionist at my work. He had come to the office to see Heather about his apartment that she was renting from him and we had both fallen in to an easy conversation about the photos that I had all over my office. They had been a gift from Alex for my birthday a couple of months ago.
And when he invited me out for lunch I was so happy.
Bearing in mind that I was nearly forty and had never really considered myself overly attractive, I was utterly amaze that someone like Michael would even consider getting to know me. Within hours of getting to know Michael the factor of Alex just literally flew out of my head. I forgot about Alex and just concentrated on Michael but soon enough my thoughts went back to Alex and I told Michael about him and all he said was that if I didn’t mind then he didn’t either. The smile that graced my face as he said those words was one of the first genuine smiles that I had had in a long time.
For the next couple of weeks we had dinner and went to see a few movies, always arriving and leaving separately. We would go to places that I had never been before, way outside of town, to talk for hours at a time about any thing and everything. We soon began to realise how much alike we were. He loved to do basically everything that I loved to do, music, books and movies, our tastes were so similar that I could not believed that I had survived this long in my life without him. He also had an unbelievable passion for the Beatles which made him so much sweeter. Any guy who can sing ‘Yesterday’ while hiding, hunched over in the front seat of his car is a keeper in my mind. Under different circumstances of course.
It became more intimate a few weeks into our relationship and everything seemed to be going so perfectly we were so happy together, never letting the other think about Alex. Every day we fell more and more in love with each. But every night when I would come home make dinner for Alex I became unknowingly a little more distant to both Michael and Alex. Both of them noticed how withdrawn I became but only Michael knew the real reason for it.

Michael said he wanted it all to come out in the open. He knew that I was hurting inside, all of the lying and sneaking we had both had been doing these last couple of months were tearing me apart inside. But I couldn’t hurt Alex like that I just couldn’t do that to him.
Even though deep inside I knew I was hurting everyone with all of this sneaking around but I just had to be with Michael. I knew that the longer I put off telling Alex the more pain he would go through when the truth outed itself.
I never expected him to find out this way.
I needed to be the one to tell him.
I needed to at least tell him the truth and not the half truths that some stupid little sh*t just spouted off at him.
I still can here him yelling at me in my head, ‘How could you do this you... you ungrateful slut!!!’ He was just so angry I have never in my entire life heard nim swear and I also could not believe that he was yelling at me. I have to say though that I was very proud of the fact that I didn’t yell back at him. My mother always said that you should never raise your voice at your…. My train of though was suddenly interrupted by a harsh knock at the front door, followed by a man yelling ‘this is the police can you please open the door?’

I glanced quickly around the room making sure everything look neat and tidy all the while muttering under my breath about our annoyingly curious neighbour just as I was about to open the front door I schooled my features in to a look of surprise and confusion. There were two police officers a man and a woman.
“Yes?” I said looking at them both in turn.
The female officer with a look towards her partner began to speak. “ Hello Ma’am , we are here in response to a number of calls, we have had tonight concerning raised voices and the sound of violence coming from this house would you care to explain.”
I felt slightly worried then because if Mr Lawson was the only one to call I would be able to just say they were mistaken and they would have to leave but if there were more the three I would have some explaining to do.

“How many is a ‘number of calls’ exactly?” I said in a calm voice.

This time the male officer answered, “Well miss 5 calls to be exact, would you care to explain what happened.” He glanced behind me and he sighed softly, and then turned towards his partner. I also turned to look behind and shook my head; I had missed a large spot of broken glass.

“Are you all right miss? May we come in please? The female asked as she placed her left hand upon my arm.
I nodded my head quickly then just as quickly shook it. I stepped onto the porch and quietly closed the door behind me. I turned towards the officers.
“oh no, everything’s all right I\'ve just been watching ‘Silence of the lambs’ and I was just getting to the elevator scene when Alex sneaked up behind and whispered ‘why hello Claris’ so of course I screamed and I must admit that he scared me a lot, so I carried it on a bit throwing pillows at him and yelling at him. I didn’t expect him to be home until dawn, how many times does your only child turns 18.” I said with a silly grin and an apologetic look at the police officers, who I had noticed weren’t really believing me.
So I continued, letting my face show some of the emotions that were boiling inside of me. “He can be such a terror but I am so glad that he is coming out of the house now. I think you might have known my husband Alex’s father he was a Sergent down at your station, his name was Alex Saunders” as soon as I said his name the male officer got a sympathetic look in his eyes. He knew him alright he might have even been at Alex’s funeral 18 months ago. Cops always remember when another cop had been killed while on duty.
“But mam’ that really doesn’t explain the sounds of a domestic that has been reported in this house” the female officer said as she glanced from her male counterpart, then towards me.
“I guess it doesn’t. My husband’s death really hurt Alex and I of course but you see ‘Lexxie’ and I were going through a separation. Alex never really knew about it you see and he well… he just found out that I’m seeing someone else. He just was so shocked to find out especially the way he found out from some stupid drunk down at the pub. I was going to tell him in my own time. He believes that I have hurt the memory of his father which I have in a way it seems…. I’m sorry im babbling im sorry that you both have been called”
After they left I went back into the lounge room and watched my son’s chest rise and fall with each breath.

Once Alex wakes up I’m going to tell him everything that has been happening these past few months. Hopefully he will understand and everything will be better in the morning.


THE END
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