Chapter 20. Frustrated User

Nathaniel

Arriving home, I spot a car parked in my driveway that I've never seen before.

"God. I'm so damn tired of this crap. Sick and tired of the same old shit," I mutter under my breath.

I step into my house and scan the living room. It's a mess, and my son is nowhere in sight.

Heading into the kitchen, it's empty. I march upstairs straight into my bedroom.

Can't say I'm shocked by what I find.

My wife passed out in bed with some guy.

"In my damn bed," I growl, my fists clenching with rage.

"Hazel," I raise my voice, but she doesn't stir.

I scoop up her clothes from the floor. "Hazel," I shout louder and toss her the clothes I grabbed, frustration boiling inside.

"What Nathaniel?!" She shouts back, annoyance evident in her voice.

The guy beside her starts to wake up.

"What the hell do you mean 'WHAT'?" I