"Bobby, come on, or we're going to be late!" Tabitha yelled pulling her coat on.
"I'm coming." The Brazilian called back, adjusting his tie. He grinned to himself in the mirror, and his eyes fell on the picture of Tabitha and himself on the top of the dresser draws. "Who said we wouldn't last?" He asked himself.
Tonight was their year anniversary. He still could barely believe it himself. They had been together an entire year, and still going strong. Bobby smiled, looking around the room they shared. The huge bed stood in the middle of it, and Roberto smiled. They would be using that later tonight.
Suddenly something caught his eye. The dust ruffle on Tabitha's side of the bed was caught on something. Bobby grinned, and bent down to fix it. His hand encountered a small box, and, surprised, he pulled it out.
"What's this?" He asked himself, turning the box over in his hands. It was noting more then a simple shoebox, and weighed very little. Knitting his eyebrows together, Bobby pulled the top off, and looked inside.
Several letters were contained in the box, much to Bobby's confusion. Why would Tabitha keep letters in a box under the bed? The top one was postmarked just two days ago.
Bobby gasped when he saw the return address. Samuel Guthrie, the envelope exclaimed.
"Sam? Why is Sam writing Tabitha letters?" Bobby asked, sitting down on the bed. He frowned, and pulled the top letter out, looking at it for a minute.
I really shouldn't. Tabitha deserves her privacy, Bobby told himself. But he didn't listen to himself this time. Slowly, Bobby pulled the letter from the envelope and unfolded it. His eyes widened as he read the letter.
Dear Tabby Cat,
Being away from you is the greatest single torture any one man has ever faced. I long to wake up in your arms, to smell your sweet fragrance again. Those few weekends we see each other just are enough anymore. I want to hold you every night; I want to watch you sleep.
I see you in every woman's face I see. I long to see you, to touch your face, to kiss your sweet lips. And your lips are sweet; sweet like honey. They're warm as newly picked strawberries and twice as red. I can see your mouth in my mind. I can still remember the way they feel pressed to mine, the way our mouths molded to fit together just right.
I love the way your body fits against mine. I love the way you scream my name when I make love you, the way you refuse to let me go, even when we're both spent. Just the thought of your beautiful body bathed in moonlight takes my breath way, makes my blood run hot.
When can you get away again? My arms ache to hold you, to run my fingers through your hair. Every night, I lay awake seeing you in my mind, holding my pillow, trying to pretend it's your small body pressed against mine.
But I understand why you stay. I've seen the way Bobby looks at you; it would drive him insane to lose you. And we all know what happens when Bobby loses his mind. Kidding, kidding…
Don't worry about me, darling. I can handle not being near you. I don't particularly want to, but I can.
Be careful, my love. I would die if you got hurt. I love you, more than anything else in this world. You are my angel and my sanity. Stay safe, until Heaven delivers you back to my arms.
I love you,
Sam
Bobby stared at the letter, letting the words sink into his mind. Then he began to laugh, a loud half crazed sound. "This must be his pathetic attempt to get her back. That MUST be what this is."
Feeling better, Bobby rose to his feet, and tucked the letter back into the envelope. "She must keep them for a laugh."
Still chuckling, Bobby stuck the box under the bed. His eyes fell on Tabitha's desk, where several sheets of paper where piled up. He glanced down at the paper, expecting some essay for one of her classes, or reminder.
My Beloved Sam,
I can't take this. I cannot handle being this far away from you. I need to be held in your strong arms again.
Bobby stared at it for a long second, his heart beating faster then normal. This didn't sound like a joke; there were tearstains on the paper.
I'm leaving Bobby. I don't care what he does anymore! I can't even sleep anymore, Sam. My skin crawls just being near him.
I'm coming home. I'm going to sneak out tonight when he's asleep. Hopefully, I'll beat this letter to you. I love you, more and more each day.
Yours forever,
Your Tabby Cat
Roberto stared at the letter, his eyes wide and a few tears slipping down his cheeks.
"Berto? What are you…doing…?" Tabitha asked, from the doorway. Bobby turned on her, his eyes blazing.
"You cheating whore! How could you do this to me!?" Bobby howled, advancing on the small blonde beauty.
"Do what?" Tabitha cried, her eyes wide and frightened. Bobby looked like he had truly lost his mind.
"So, you think your going to leave me tonight?! Sneak out when I was asleep?!" Bobby screamed, grabbing her arm.
Tabitha gaped at him, suddenly realizing what had happened. The letters, she thought in a daze, he found the letters.
"Bobby, please, let me try to explain!" Tabitha cried, suddenly very, very frightened.
"EXPLAIN?! Explain that you've been cheating on me?! With the man you LEFT for me?!" Bobby shook her violently.
"I-I…" Tabitha stuttered, trembling.
"Shut up! You fucking bitch!" Bobby continued to scream, slapping her across the mouth. Tabitha tumbled to the floor, and stared up at him, more terrified then she had ever been in her life.
"Please…"Tabitha whispered, shaking with fear. Bobby stopped dead in his tracks, suddenly realizing what he had just done.
"Oh, Madonna. I've…I've…I'm just like he was." Roberto whispered, dropping to his knees beside him. "Tabitha…Tabitha, I'm so sorry. So sorry…"
Tabitha stared at him, shaking her head back and forth, her eyes still wide and terrified. She crawled towards the door, her movements' jerky and uncoordinated. She grabbed the door handle and pulled herself to her feet, staring at him.
She slowly walked around him, and picked up the box lying on the ground where Bobby had placed it. Then, she turned and walked out the door. She didn't look back.
"Tabitha, I'm sorry!" He cried after, still on his knees on the floor. If she heard him, she never looked back.