Inspired by - 13. The End of the Engagement

He had to keep pushing me and then wondered why it all went wrong. So he was getting married for the second time, big deal. Did he have to keep ragging on me.

"Don't worry, Rip, everyone will eventually find someone. Now just help me finish up so we can get to the party. I'm so going to be god damn late as it is."

Sure, he will be late. Me, I get to take the blame and keep another of his god damn secrets. Does he care how I feel? No, of course he doesn't. I am just the secret keeper for him. The stupid ass! There goes Cassie out the door, and he is just going to put on a clean shirt. What a bastard he is.

"Rip can you make sure she doesn't notice right away when I walk in, please."

How many times does this make now? I mean I can't seem to make plans without him expecting me to break them because he needs something. Hell, he has even shown up when I had a date and screwed everything up on me. Why am I friends with him? Why does he keep expecting me to hide all his mistakes?

"God, if only I had more time. Damn, but no one will notice. Come on Rip, put a smile on your face."

If Marcus had only left me alone I might not have done it, but that wasn't his style. Stopping by every five minutes to ask why I didn't dance with that girl, or talk with that person, or act the part of the happy best man, Marcus showed what an ungrateful bastard he was. Maybe what he should have done was keep me from trying to get drunk especially with as angry as I was at him. With each remark during his party I found myself going to get more and more drinks while my blood boiled,

"Marcus, do me a favor for a change? Shut up and leave me alone," I finally told him after his seven time telling me I should smile more, flirt with the girls more, and tell everyone how I was late to pick him up.

"Don't say that man. You know you really should listen to me more. I mean you barely date."

I'd like to blame it on the alcohol but the truth was I was just pissed off at being Marcus' whipping boy. Tired of listening to his crap, keeping his secrets, and having him act like he was GOD! I will take the blame for what happened, because I was pissed off at him and tired of keeping silent to make him happy.

"Rip, you really shouldn't drink any more either. You know how it makes you."

"Marcus, you aren't my fucking father. Shut the hell up."

"Is something wrong, Rip?" questioned Susan, the bride to be and ignorant beauty.

"Yes, there is something wrong. Right, Marcus!"

Okay, if you are going to end a relationship that has lasted since you were seven there are better ways and reasons to do it. But at that moment I was so tired of Marcus acting like he knew everything and I wasn't simply going to listen to him anymore. I didn't care anymore, and I was willing to take whatever punishment came later.

"Rip," began Marcus looking scared for the first time that I could remember. "Please, Rip, don't."

"What could be wrong, Susan? Just me and Rip talking it out as always."

"That is right, Rip. Marcus told me how much you depend on him for everything. He said you can't really do anything without him. I don't think I've ever heard of such a close relationship. Trust me, if I didn't know better I'd swear he was sleeping with you." Susan began to giggle at her little joke.

The whole thing just pissed me off completely. I couldn't do anything without Marcus? I needed him? They were assholes and deserved each other.

"Sorry, Susan, you got it wrong. He doesn't sleep with me. I keep the fact that he is screwing his ex girlfriend and give him the cover from you. In fact we were so late getting to your engagement party because she was blowing Marcus and he hasn't even had the time to wash her lipstick off his dick. Sorry to upset you both," I said snidely and grabbed my drink to walk off.

I didn't stand close enough to hear the confrontation but you could see them arguing from anywhere in the party. The room grew hushed as she got up close still yelling at him asking him if what I said was true. Granted I was an ass but this is what happens when you keep picking on the man you force to keep your secrets. Eventually he lets them out, however not as badly as Susan found out Marcus' secret. She got in close and tugged his pants down and out flopped his johnson. Marcus never did like to wear underwear and Susan got to see the deep red lipstick that wasn't her shade on a place no other woman's lips should have been.

I take the full blame for the cancellation of the wedding and Marcus's inability to find a woman to date for a year. Every woman he went near seemed to find out about his past from one of the many people who witnessed his outing as a cheater at the party. Susan threatened to shove the ring where the sun would never shine but decided to keep it as the cost of her embarrassment for dating such a loser. Funny thing is neither Marcus or Susan really wanted to ever talk to me again. However, I must say, I felt a hundred times better no longer having to listen to Marcus tell me all the things I do wrong while having to keep his dirty little secrets.