I laid there on the couch of the plane and held an ice pack to my jaw. Lillian can punch like a man. She's been in the bathroom for an hour and thirty some minutes now. I would go and talk to her but my face muscles hurt too much. Ring! Ring! I picked my phone. Ryan. I answered it.
J: Uh. Hi Wyan.
R: Haha bro. Why you talking like that?
J: I got punshed in da chaw.
J: Yesh. And ma fash is shwolleng.
R: Who punched you?
J: I shink she's starting to shuspect things bashween Caitlin and I.
R: But you and Caitlin don't have anything. You guys only dated in like.. The past.
I took the ice off my face so I can talk clearer. I felt my face and it was cold and numb.
J: Yeah but, we've had sex like a few times now..
R: A few?
J: Okay okay. Maybe alot. But with Lillian I just don't fell that spark anymore. I wanna move on.
R: So you wanna move on from the person you've known for years, that you have a child with make that TWO soon, and you've been married to for SIX years? Justin's what's wrong with you lately? You're so low.
J: I am not low!
R: Bye Justin.)
I hung up the phone and looked around. I'm low, please. I know what I'm doing. I looked up to see Lillian standing with tears in her eyes. Oh God, please stop.
"So what I thought.. It's true? You have been fucking around with.. C-Caitlin?" Lillian asked.
I nodded smiling. Lillian put her hand over her mouth in shock.
"I wanna go back home. Now." Lillian demanded.
"Shut the hell up and sit your fat ass down." I said laughing. She looked at me shocked.
"Justin's I'm not f-fat. I'm pregnant with YOUR child!" She ran over to me and started hitting me. I pushed her down onto the couch.
"That's it." Justin said smirking. Oh God. Help.. Me.