Chapter 137: Anger
Time passed slowly, and I felt like a corpse, as if I had lost all life and consciousness. I had forgotten the concept of time, my body had lost all sensation, and I remained motionless in the position where Katniss had covered me with a blanket.
After some time, maybe an hour or two, I heard the bedroom door on Nathan's side open again, followed by the sound of someone entering the bathroom, then the sound of running water. I knew it was Katniss, judging by the footsteps - only one person came out of Nathan's bedroom, and the footsteps were very soft, undoubtedly Katniss.
The sound of water in the bathroom lasted a long time, my tears had long dried up, and I only felt the tightness around my eyes and nose. Soon, the water in the bathroom stopped, and after a few minutes, I heard the sound of the bedroom door being gently opened. Then, Katniss's extremely soft footsteps entered the bedroom. She walked very carefully, afraid of waking up her legitimate husband - me.
After a while, I felt that Katniss didn't get into bed, and it seemed like some hair brushed against my cheek. At that moment, even though my eyes were closed, I felt that Katniss was probably looking down at me, observing my every move. I maintained steady breathing, and at that moment, everything about me was real except for my closed eyes. I wasn't pretending anymore, maybe at that moment, I wanted to give up on my initial plan and didn't care if she found out.
After confirming that I was indeed still asleep, Katniss let out a soft sigh. With the slight movement of the mattress, she slowly climbed over my body to the other side of the bed. As everything quieted down around me, I knew Katniss had settled in, but I didn't know if she was facing me or turned away.
As everything became quiet, I slowly opened my eyes, not daring to open them too wide, just squinting. When the scene came into view again, everything felt so unreal. Luckily, Katniss was facing away from me. Looking at that familiar and alluring figure, highlighted by the moonlight, I couldn't help but wonder how many times that familiar body had just been penetrated by Nathan. Once? Twice? Maybe even three times? Just by looking at that body, if I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I wouldn't have believed that this beautiful body had just been engaged in intimate activities with my father next door, with Nathan's unattractive and robust manhood repeatedly thrusting into the most sensual and alluring parts of that body.
Gradually, the faint sound of sobbing reached my ears, and I saw Katniss's body trembling slightly. I knew she was crying with her back to me, but at that moment, I had no sympathy for her. Why should I be sad now when I was so reckless just a while ago? Why be upset now after being so promiscuous? The events had passed, experiencing something unprecedented for the first time, a faint anger rose within me. I really wanted to move Katniss's body and question her, demanding to know why everything happened.
Tonight, both my body and mind were exhausted. Despite feeling sad, I eventually succumbed to the hypnotic effects of alcohol. I fell asleep, and in my dreams, I dreamt of Katniss leaving me, of Katniss lying in Nathan's arms, the two of them embracing each other with a contemptuous look, while I cried alone in my dream. This dream tormented me for a long time, seeming endless.
In the morning, I wasn't woken up by Katniss but by my phone alarm. Previously, my phone alarm was just a decoration because Katniss would always wake me up before it went off. But today, the alarm woke me up. Perhaps it was due to the nightmares or the excitement from last night, as soon as the alarm rang, I immediately opened my eyes, breaking free from the nightmare.
I opened my eyes, turned off the phone alarm, and got up from bed. Although I had already sobered up, my head still felt dizzy and ached. As I sat up, the familiar surroundings of the bedroom greeted me, making last night feel like a dream. But was it really a dream? I would prefer it to be a dream, not reality.
I thought Katniss had already gotten up to make breakfast, but when I looked beside me, she was still asleep. The fact that Katniss was still sleeping, and the fact that she hadn't woken up at the usual time to get ready for work, meant she would definitely be late for work. I didn't disturb her, I quietly got out of bed to freshen up and get ready for work. My actions were gentle, but my emotions were unclear. Normally, I would wake Katniss up at this time, but for some reason, I didn't. Was it because I was angry inside?
As I got dressed and walked out of the bedroom, I coincidentally saw Nathan coming out of the bathroom. He must have gotten up early to use the restroom. Nathan was yawning, his eyes closed as he yawned. In his thin pajamas, whether it was morning wood or something else, Nathan's crotch was visibly erect, creating a tent in his pajamas. I knew that beneath that tent was the ugly penis that had forcefully taken away Katniss's innocence and purity multiple times last night.
"What's wrong? Dad, you look so out of it. Did you go out in the middle of the night to be a thief?" I suddenly joked at Nathan, who was yawning non-stop as he came out of the bathroom. I don't know what I was thinking at that moment - was I joking out of anger or trying to provoke a reaction?
Before I spoke, Nathan was too focused on yawning with his eyes closed, only realizing I had come out of the bedroom when he heard my voice. His yawn was cut short by my words, leaving him looking at me with bloodshot eyes, initially showing a hint of panic and guilt, which he struggled to conceal. My attempt to provoke him probably caught him off guard.
"A thief? Dad, at your age, how could you still be capable of stealing?" Nathan managed to maintain his composure in the shortest time possible, then smiled and responded to me, skillfully changing the subject.
At his age, shouldn't he be at the peak of his abilities? Despite his age, he was much more vigorous than his young son. Looking at the bloodshot eyes of Nathan, both he and Katniss seemed exhausted, having not slept well. The bloodshot eyes seemed to be the biggest irony to me.
After the events of last night, a fundamental change occurred within me. From initially pushing and hoping, to letting things take their course, to now regretting everything. I decided to stop it, to completely sever the relationship between Katniss and Nathan. Perhaps it had already happened, and I had experienced it, but I no longer had the initial passion. I didn't want to endure that tormenting conflicting feeling anymore.
For some reason, this morning, I felt an inexplicable anger. Seeing Katniss and Nathan, I felt anger towards both of them. Could it be that there was something wrong with my mental state? Could it be that the conflicts and torment of recent times had led to depression? At that moment, I broke out in a cold sweat, fearing the consequences if that were true.
Without waiting for Nathan's response, I walked into the bathroom to freshen up. Since Katniss hadn't woken up to make breakfast, I left for work after getting ready. Before leaving, I saw Nathan retreat weakly back into his room, closing the door tightly. I didn't wake up Katniss before leaving, and she hadn't woken up either. At this rate, she wouldn't have time to get ready and make it to work on time. I didn't know why I acted that way, perhaps there was some sense of retaliation in me.
Walking on the street, there was still a distance to the bus stop. Despite having the financial means to buy a car, I still preferred taking the bus to work. Watching the crowd of people driving to work, I couldn't understand if I drove for convenience or to satisfy my ego. Halfway there, my stomach growled, and I glanced at a nearby coffee shop. I had endured enough grievances, I didn't want to neglect my hungry stomach. Since no one made breakfast for me, I decided to buy breakfast for myself.
I bought a cup of coffee and two sandwiches, then hurried to the bus stop. On the bus, I ate my sandwiches, watching the familiar streets pass by. In my mind, the sounds of Katniss's moans and Nathan's gasps from last night seemed to linger, tormenting my nerves. I shook my head, took out my phone, and started reading the news to shift my focus.
At the office, I immersed myself in busy work. It seemed that only the heavy workload could help me forget all my troubles. As the time approached nine in the morning, my phone suddenly rang, and I saw it was Katniss calling. Looking at the phone, I really didn't want to answer. Every time Katniss called, I would gently call her "wife," but today, for some reason, I had no mood. I reluctantly answered the call, but remained silent after that.
"Honey, why didn't you wake me up this morning? I'm late for work," Katniss immediately started complaining when I answered, her tone gentle but the reproach and complaint were evident. This was the first time Katniss was late for work, and being reprimanded by her supervisor was a bigger concern than losing pay, as it affected her work image in the eyes of her superiors.
"Are you on your way to work now?" I didn't explain to Katniss, just coldly asked her a question without answering hers.
"I'm on my way, half an hour late. If Dad hadn't woken me up this morning, I don't know how long I would have slept. Why didn't you wake me up this morning? I got scolded by my supervisor," Katniss seemed to be careful not to sound too heavy in her tone, speaking slowly and gently to me. But I couldn't help but feel a hint of sarcasm in her words, especially when she mentioned that Nathan had woken her up, which struck a nerve with me. For some reason, the unnamed anger inside me was ignited instantly.
"I didn't complain about why you didn't get up to make breakfast, I didn't complain about why you suddenly became lazy. You slept like a dead pig, and now you blame me for not waking you up." I suddenly yelled at Katniss over the phone, and after saying those few words, I hung up immediately.
After hanging up, I tried to control my emotions and breathing, opened my eyes, and saw my surprised colleagues looking at me, wondering what had just happened. They were puzzled by my sudden emotional outburst in a public setting, as I was usually composed. I, too, was shocked by my own behavior just now.
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