Bad Times We Will Surely Know
I called him over an hour ago, and he’s not here. So where is he? Doesn’t he
understand that his is serious? We need to talk. Today. Not tomorrow. Not next
week. Not when he’s ready to hear the words. Today. And he’s not here.
I am resting on the bed, looking out of the window. Dark clouds are rolling
in, signalling a nasty storm is due to dome. A reflection of how I feel inside.
Every minute that passes by, tears build up in my eyes. Every other minute I
use the back of my hand to wipe the tears away. Why? He promised me he’ll be
home in 10 minutes. That’s when I called him.
Eventually I hear the front door open and I knew he is home. I took a deep
breath and sat on the edge of the bed. I had everything rehearsed. All the words
I am going to say are firmly planted in my mind.
“Jasmine!” he shouted my name.
I swallow and stand up. I brush myself down, straighten my shirt, and sorted
my hair. Then I approach the door. And it opened. I stepped back a little so I
wouldn’t get hit by the door. There he is standing there. And he is a mess.
The buttons on his shirt are all out of place. The vest top is back to front
with the label poking out. And clearly he has forgotten his belt, for he held
onto his jeans to stop them from falling down. And he has forgotten to do his
shoe laces up.
“By the way,” I said, pointing to my cheek “you’ve got a little something on
your cheek.”
His free hand immediately went to his cheek and he started to rub the
lipstick of.
“Jasmine, it’s not what you think.” He said.
He walked into the room and lets go of his jeans. They tumbled to the floor
and I am grateful he hasn’t forgotten his boxers.
“Explain what Kian?” I ask “There’s enough evidence as there is.”
“Can you just listen for once?”
“I always listen. I always hear everything you say.”
“Except when I try to explain.”
“Explain what? You’re over an hour late and you turn up looking like this!
What? Did you get bored while in traffic?”
“I’m going to ignore that.”
“Then I’m sure you’re going to ignore this, but I will say it anyway… I
clearly don’t mean anything to you Kian.”
He looked dumbfounded at the words. I was surprised he heard me.
“Where… Why would you think that?” He finally manages to say.
“Give it up! It’s not the first time you’ve come home after having a fling
with someone. Just how many? Tell me that.”
“First tell me why you don’t mean anything to me? Because as far as I know,
you mean everything to me.”
“Then why does there have to be others Kian? Am I not enough?”
The tears came back and they chocked me at the end. I gripped the mattress
with my hands and look at the floor. My body began to rock back and forth
softly, just enough for me to know about the movement, but not enough for Kian
to notice.
“I have commitment issues. The lads will tell you.” Kian said.
I lift my head to look up at him. He had folded his arms and is looking at me
with a sad face. He can sense where this was going.
“Jasmine…” He paused, for a long moment. It was sentences like this that made
me doubt. He finally said “You mean everything to me, you really do. It’s just…”
He trailed of.
“Just what Kian?” I prompted.
“Just…”
I shake my head. “There’s no alibi is there?”
He sighed deeply and looked at the floor. There wasn’t an alibi.
“I love you Jasmine. Please believe that.” He said, still looking at the
floor.
“How can I believe it? You can’t even look at me when you say it.”
“Because I’m afraid of your expression!” He looked at me then, anger
beginning to show in his eyes.
“If only that were true.”
“Please? There isn’t that many girls anyway. At least two…”
“At least two?” I interrupted him “At least? Don’t try to cover things
Kian.”
“There’s only two!”
“Don’t you dare lie to me!” I stand up and close the gap between us. I stared
straight into his blue eyes.
“I’m not.”
“Fuck it Kian.”
“Jasmine. This is what I mean by you not listening to my explanation.”
“I would listen and I would hear every word if it wasn’t made up.”
“I knew you would get upset.”
“I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on, I can’t
believe you.”
I gave up on the conversation and went round Kian and headed to the door.
When I left the room I went down the landing and went into the bathroom. I
started to run the water in the bathtub and dropped some bubble bath in. Then I
took of my shirt. My eyes caught him standing in the doorway.
“I never lied when I said I love you.” He said quietly.
“You just never mean it.” I said as I folded my shirt over my arm.
“I always mean it. Obviously it never comes across correctly.”
I smile a little. “You need to work on it.”
“Then give me a chance? I’ll change.”
“Didn’t you hear me earlier? From now on I can’t believe you.”
He was defeated. He looked at me with sorrowful eyes before he started to
leave.
“Kian.” I called.
My defences are breaking seeing him like this. Truth is, I love him. Always
have done. His head turned and there is a glimmer of hope in his eye.
“Care to join me?” I ask with a smile playing on my lips.
He shakes his head in dismay and then broke into a smile. He came towards me,
planted a kiss on my cheek and help me undress. When his clothes were on the
floor, we held onto each other and fell into the bathtub, with water splashing
everywhere around us.
He had me pinned against the wall, his arm around my waist, his knee in
between my legs. I can only smile as his free hand brush a strand of hair away
from my eye.
He smiled lovingly and kiss me softly on the lips. Pulling away he said “I
really do love you Jasmine.”
For once he had said it while looking at me. I smile even more as I realise I
believed him for once. I kiss him back.
“I love you to Kian Egan.” I said
“Second chance?”
I nod my head as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I push him closer to me
so our chests touched. Then I kissed him again. This time more deeply
The end.
understand that his is serious? We need to talk. Today. Not tomorrow. Not next
week. Not when he’s ready to hear the words. Today. And he’s not here.
I am resting on the bed, looking out of the window. Dark clouds are rolling
in, signalling a nasty storm is due to dome. A reflection of how I feel inside.
Every minute that passes by, tears build up in my eyes. Every other minute I
use the back of my hand to wipe the tears away. Why? He promised me he’ll be
home in 10 minutes. That’s when I called him.
Eventually I hear the front door open and I knew he is home. I took a deep
breath and sat on the edge of the bed. I had everything rehearsed. All the words
I am going to say are firmly planted in my mind.
“Jasmine!” he shouted my name.
I swallow and stand up. I brush myself down, straighten my shirt, and sorted
my hair. Then I approach the door. And it opened. I stepped back a little so I
wouldn’t get hit by the door. There he is standing there. And he is a mess.
The buttons on his shirt are all out of place. The vest top is back to front
with the label poking out. And clearly he has forgotten his belt, for he held
onto his jeans to stop them from falling down. And he has forgotten to do his
shoe laces up.
“By the way,” I said, pointing to my cheek “you’ve got a little something on
your cheek.”
His free hand immediately went to his cheek and he started to rub the
lipstick of.
“Jasmine, it’s not what you think.” He said.
He walked into the room and lets go of his jeans. They tumbled to the floor
and I am grateful he hasn’t forgotten his boxers.
“Explain what Kian?” I ask “There’s enough evidence as there is.”
“Can you just listen for once?”
“I always listen. I always hear everything you say.”
“Except when I try to explain.”
“Explain what? You’re over an hour late and you turn up looking like this!
What? Did you get bored while in traffic?”
“I’m going to ignore that.”
“Then I’m sure you’re going to ignore this, but I will say it anyway… I
clearly don’t mean anything to you Kian.”
He looked dumbfounded at the words. I was surprised he heard me.
“Where… Why would you think that?” He finally manages to say.
“Give it up! It’s not the first time you’ve come home after having a fling
with someone. Just how many? Tell me that.”
“First tell me why you don’t mean anything to me? Because as far as I know,
you mean everything to me.”
“Then why does there have to be others Kian? Am I not enough?”
The tears came back and they chocked me at the end. I gripped the mattress
with my hands and look at the floor. My body began to rock back and forth
softly, just enough for me to know about the movement, but not enough for Kian
to notice.
“I have commitment issues. The lads will tell you.” Kian said.
I lift my head to look up at him. He had folded his arms and is looking at me
with a sad face. He can sense where this was going.
“Jasmine…” He paused, for a long moment. It was sentences like this that made
me doubt. He finally said “You mean everything to me, you really do. It’s just…”
He trailed of.
“Just what Kian?” I prompted.
“Just…”
I shake my head. “There’s no alibi is there?”
He sighed deeply and looked at the floor. There wasn’t an alibi.
“I love you Jasmine. Please believe that.” He said, still looking at the
floor.
“How can I believe it? You can’t even look at me when you say it.”
“Because I’m afraid of your expression!” He looked at me then, anger
beginning to show in his eyes.
“If only that were true.”
“Please? There isn’t that many girls anyway. At least two…”
“At least two?” I interrupted him “At least? Don’t try to cover things
Kian.”
“There’s only two!”
“Don’t you dare lie to me!” I stand up and close the gap between us. I stared
straight into his blue eyes.
“I’m not.”
“Fuck it Kian.”
“Jasmine. This is what I mean by you not listening to my explanation.”
“I would listen and I would hear every word if it wasn’t made up.”
“I knew you would get upset.”
“I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on, I can’t
believe you.”
I gave up on the conversation and went round Kian and headed to the door.
When I left the room I went down the landing and went into the bathroom. I
started to run the water in the bathtub and dropped some bubble bath in. Then I
took of my shirt. My eyes caught him standing in the doorway.
“I never lied when I said I love you.” He said quietly.
“You just never mean it.” I said as I folded my shirt over my arm.
“I always mean it. Obviously it never comes across correctly.”
I smile a little. “You need to work on it.”
“Then give me a chance? I’ll change.”
“Didn’t you hear me earlier? From now on I can’t believe you.”
He was defeated. He looked at me with sorrowful eyes before he started to
leave.
“Kian.” I called.
My defences are breaking seeing him like this. Truth is, I love him. Always
have done. His head turned and there is a glimmer of hope in his eye.
“Care to join me?” I ask with a smile playing on my lips.
He shakes his head in dismay and then broke into a smile. He came towards me,
planted a kiss on my cheek and help me undress. When his clothes were on the
floor, we held onto each other and fell into the bathtub, with water splashing
everywhere around us.
He had me pinned against the wall, his arm around my waist, his knee in
between my legs. I can only smile as his free hand brush a strand of hair away
from my eye.
He smiled lovingly and kiss me softly on the lips. Pulling away he said “I
really do love you Jasmine.”
For once he had said it while looking at me. I smile even more as I realise I
believed him for once. I kiss him back.
“I love you to Kian Egan.” I said
“Second chance?”
I nod my head as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I push him closer to me
so our chests touched. Then I kissed him again. This time more deeply
The end.