Take Two (A psychological thriller)

Carolyn climbed out of the Mercedes and waved goodbye to Billy as she let herself into the block. Eddie had given her a set of keys two months into their relationship and she’d reciprocated by giving him the keys to her house in Notting Hill Gate. There was an old lift that rattled up and down between the floors but Carolyn never liked using it. Eddie’s flat was on the third floor so she walked up the stairs. The common parts of the building were expensively decorated, funded by a sky-high service charge. The carpet was a deep red and there were brass-framed watercolours on the walls and small brass lanterns hanging from the ceiling. She walked slowly up the stairs as she fumbled in her bag for the keys. She reached the third floor and tucked the bottle of champagne under her left arm as she opened the front door, quietly because she wanted to surprise Eddie. She kicked off her shoes and shrugged off her coat, dropped her bag onto a side table and then padded along the hallway to the sitting room. She could hear the television and expected to find Eddie sprawled on his sofa watching Sky Sport, but the living room was empty. There were two glasses on the coffee table, ice cubes melting in them. Carolyn frowned as she stared at the glasses. She tried to swallow but her mouth had gone suddenly dry. There was only one bedroom in the flat, at the end of the hallway. She turned and walked back into the hall, the champagne bottle swinging slowly in her left hand.

She heard the noises as she got closer to the door. Panting. Moaning. Grunting. She felt tears sting her eyes and she blinked them away. She reached out with her right hand but flinched as she heard laughter from inside the bedroom. A man and a girl. Carolyn’s heart was pounding and as she reached out again her hand trembled.  She seized the handle, turned it, and slowly pushed open the door. The hinges squeaked and Carolyn’s breath caught in her mouth. She heard grunting, and the slap of flesh against flesh. She pushed the door wide open and stepped into the room.

Eddie was on his knees with his back to her. The blonde girl was kneeling, her head on a pillow as Eddie pounded into her, his hands on her hips.

Tears ran down Carolyn’s face as she watched Eddie make love to her. She was moaning and groaning and calling out his name. Eddie was grunting in time with each thrust. He still had his socks on, Carolyn noticed. Black socks with a blue geometric pattern.

There was a large ornate, gilt-framed mirror above the bed and when Carolyn looked up at it she could see Eddie’s face. His eyes were closed and he was gritting his teeth as he pounded. His upper lip was drawn back into a snarl. It was a look she’d seen dozens of times, the face he made just before he came.

Carolyn took a step forward as the girl lifted up her head. Her face came into view in the mirror. She was in her twenties -- half Carolyn’s age. Her mouth was open and her face was bathed in sweat. She was young enough not to need much make-up, just a touch of mascara. Her cheekbones were as sharp as razors, not a blemish on her skin. She moaned his name again.

‘You bastard!’ Carolyn screamed. She threw the bottle of champagne at the mirror and hit it slap bang in the middle. Eddie flinched as the mirror shattered and the girl screamed as hundreds of shards of glass fell around her.  Tears ran down Carolyn’s face and she wiped them away with the back of her hand.

‘What the hell are you doing!’ shouted Eddie. He grabbed his white toweling robe. ‘You shouldn’t be here! What do you think you’re doing?’ He put on his robe and tied the belt with a flourish.  He pointed at the broken glass on the bed. ‘Look what you’ve done!’

‘What I’ve done?’ repeated Carolyn. ‘Who is she? Who the hell is she?’

The blonde woman was staring at the broken glass in horror. ‘You could have killed me!’ she shouted.

‘Chance’d be a fine thing,’ said Carolyn. ‘You shouldn’t have been here in the first place.’

‘You could have cut me!’ shouted the blonde. She turned to look at Eddie. ‘She’s crazy.’ She held up her right hand and stared at the palm. ‘Oh my God, I’m bleeding,’ she cried and dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door.

‘You’re not supposed to be back this early,’ Eddie said to Carolyn. ‘You said you were working late.’

‘Who is she?’ asked Carolyn, pointing at the bathroom door. ‘Who is that slut?’

‘She’s not a slut,’ said Eddie. ‘And no one said we were exclusive.’

‘What?  Exclusive? What the hell does that mean?’

‘You and I have our moments, but let’s face it, you work all the hours that God sends and when we do go out it’s all about you and your bloody show. Zoe has time for me.’

‘And she’s half my age. Is that it?’

‘Don’t be stupid. That’s not what’s it about.’

Carolyn folded her arms. ‘Then tell me what it is about, Eddie. I thought we had something.’

‘We did. But so do Zoe and I. It’s your own fault for coming around without phoning first.’

‘And if I had phoned, what then? You’d have got her out of bed, would you?’