This story is based on the song 'Cold, Cold, Heart'. It was hard picking a category. I hope you enjoy it.
A big 'Thank You' to PennLady for taking the time to edit my story. She makes it a much better read.
My name is Ray Harman and I'm an over the road truck driver; I have been for twenty-five years. I'm often gone for days at a time, sometimes even a week or more. I try to stop home as often as I can and spend a couple of days at home before heading out again.
I was in Indiana heading for West Virginia when I got the brilliant idea to stop at my home in Ohio and spend the night there. It wasn't very often that I would be passing within forty miles of home. I called dispatch and let them know my plans. They didn't mind as long as I was on-time for my delivery the next morning.
I decided to surprise my girlfriend, Sarah. We had been living together for a couple of years. I'll tell you more about how we met and the rest of my story later. Right now I need to tell you what happened when I got home.
I live near a small city but on a rural road. I own a double-wide mobile home that sits on three acres of land. It gives me plenty of room to park my semi without bothering the neighbors.
I pulled up and parked my truck by the garage, which was a fair distance from the house. I was surprised to see another car at the house. It belonged to my friends, Joe and Trina, and all I could think of was that Trina and Sarah didn't get along all that well. They didn't hate each other but that's something else I'll explain later.
I walked in the door and didn't see anyone. Then I heard the noise coming from the bedroom. I knew what it was, but couldn't believe it. I walked in and there on the bed was Sarah, fucking my so-called best friend, Joe. He was just coming and Sarah was screaming out how good it felt.
It took them a few seconds before they saw me. Joe looked shocked and pulled his cum-covered dick out of my woman, and I hit him hard in the kidney area. He fell off of her and onto the floor. I hit him a few more times, scraping my knuckles when I bloodied his nose. After kicking him a few more times he just laid there.
All this time Sarah just screamed and cried, yanking at the sheet to cover her naked body. I had gotten Joe's blood on my shirt and a few drops on my jeans, so I reached into the closet to get a clean shirt.
I jumped when Sarah screamed out, "Ray! Please, don't kill us! Please! I'll do anything!"
I kept my shotgun and rifle in the closet, so I guess she thought that was what I was going after. Hell, it had its appeal but they weren't worth going to jail over. I grabbed a clean shirt and put it on.
I looked down at Joe and told him if he ever came to my house again, I'd kill him. I had to wonder how he could ever do this to his wife Trina. Hell, she meant the world to me, and Joe was her husband. Thank God she wasn't at the house and to see the two of them fucking.
I looked at Sarah and said, "You fucking whore! You fucking slut! I bring you into my house and even thought about marrying you and you turn around and fuck my best friend. Well, you can go to Hell! I'll be back in two days and your sorry fucking ass and all your belongings better be out of here. I never want to see you again."
I turned away from the two of them and left the house. I got back into my truck, called dispatch and told them I had a change of plans. I'd be driving to West Virginia after all.
I had a few-hour drive ahead of me and as the miles rolled away, I thought about my life and where I was now.
I thought back to grade school when Joe, Trina and I were the best of friends. If you ever saw one of us, it was a sure bet the other two weren't far away. Trina was somewhat of a tomboy so we all got along great. It wasn't until high school that I began to have more than friendly feelings for Trina.
One time during high school, Joe and I made a pact. If either of us found a girlfriend that the other would keep his hands off of her. We did one of those blood-brother things and cut our thumbs and pressed them together to seal the pact.
Joe dated a lot and I went out a few times. I was the quiet one, rather introverted and keeping things to myself. Joe on the other hand was the fun outgoing guy.
Trina never dated much. She spent her time studying when she wasn't with Joe and me. It was then that I knew I had feelings for her, I just didn't know how to express it. Joe had no problems with the dating scene and knowing what to say; at the time, I wished I was a little more like him.
One day I got up the courage to tell Trina how I felt and headed over to her house. I found her and Joe in the backyard kissing. Joe looked at me with a big grin on his face. Trina could hardly look at me.
"Trina agreed to go steady with me," said Joe. "We can all still hang out together but you have to find your own girl."
I can't tell you how hurt I was. I loved her but because I hadn't known what to say, I'd lost her, maybe forever. We spent a lot less time together after that. Trina went to college to become a nurse and Joe became a lawyer. I didn't have those kind of smarts and went to truck driving school and became an over-the-road truck driver. I only did the state-to-state, long hauls.
Joe and Trina were still in college when they got married. I was the best man, even though it killed me. I knew in my heart that I had to let her go, although I'd never forget her.
They both got their degrees and stayed in our area, inviting me over for dinner whenever I was in town. Trina had a habit of trying to fix me up with her girlfriends. One day I asked her why, and she said she hated seeing me alone.
She introduced me to her friend Diane who was a teacher. We started dating and eventually we got married. It's hard to say, but I did love Diane, although not in the same way as I loved Trina.
After we got married the four of us spent time together, and it was easier since I had Diane. Whenever I was home we made plans to go somewhere. The four of us were the best of friends but deep down in my heart, I had never lost my love for Trina.
Diane and I had two wonderful kids, a daughter and a son. She did eighty percent of the raising of the kids, maybe more, since my job kept me away for days at time. When our oldest was about seven, Diane wanted me to find another job. She told me she loved me but couldn't take it anymore. She wanted a husband that was at home and there for her and the kids.
I know she tried hard but driving was all I knew. We started arguing time and time again about me changing jobs and we ended up getting divorced.
One day as I rode though Pennsylvania, a Hank Williams song came on the radio, and it cut through all of my thoughts.
"I tried so hard, my dear, to show that you're my every dream.
Yet you're afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart?"
It was like Diane was talking to me. I believe she really did love me and gave all she could. I knew that she wanted a normal home and loving husband who was there for her. She always told me that I was great when I was there. The problem was, I wasn't there enough.
I often wondered if she knew that the memory from my lonesome past was Trina. I rarely talked about Joe and Trina, but again I was the quiet one and didn't often talk about anyone. Diane was a good wife and a great mother. The divorce was amiable; neither of us wanted to fight, we just wanted to do right by the kids and each other.
To this day we're friends and I have nothing but praise for her. She met one of Joe's lawyer friends a few years after the divorce, and after dating for a year they are happily married. I saw my kids every chance I got when I was home. It's hard to believe they're both adults now. My son's still in college and my daughter recently married.
I stayed single after divorcing Diane. I dated a few women and Trina tried to set me up until I told her that I wasn't the marrying type. I liked my job and most women wouldn't put up with a part-time husband. I told her besides, no woman could every measure up to my dream girl.
She often asked what my dream girl was like but I would make up some lame fantasy about a woman that would meet my every need—a combination of Wonder Woman and June Cleaver. I could never tell her she was my dream girl.
When I had the kids when I was home, we often went out with Trina, Joe and their kids. All the kids were friends and close in age. At least I didn't feel like a third wheel when I had the kids with me.
As I have mentioned, Joe and Trina were my best friends but Joe was an asshole. I know that he cheated on Trina. He considered himself a ladies' man. He would flirt with women in front of Trina but she always said he was harmless; I knew better. I can't tell you the number of times I wanted to kick his ass for cheating on Trina. I often wondered why I stayed friends with him. It probably had something to do with Trina.
Life went on for me. We were all in our forties now and I still drove my truck.
I inherited the doublewide trailer and the land it sat on from my parents when they passed away. I was grateful to have this in their memory, but their deaths hit me hard. It seemed like everyone I loved left; my wife divorced me, and although I'd never had Trina, I'd lost her, too. With my kids grown and on their own, I'd never felt so alone.
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