Rock Radio - By Lisa Wainland Page 0,71
an intern named Heather. She heard someone in the background confirm she worked at the station in the programming department. The operator returned. “Yes, I’ll connect you.”
Jill waited impatiently.
“Hello, programming, this is Heather.”
“So you’re fucking my husband?”
Heather nearly lost her lunch. “Is this Jill?”
“Look, I know about your tawdry affair and I want it to stop. Leave my husband alone.”
“Oh, honey I can’t leave him alone, Jonny cares about me.” Heather’s fangs came out. She’d fight for her man.
“Don’t fool yourself, all he likes is the easy sex.”
“Right, so that’s why he’s paying to have the tires on my car fixed, you know, the ones you slashed.”
“Look bitch, we are married.”
“If he wants you so bad then why has he been sleeping with me?”
Jill had no response. Now his affair was really confirmed.
“You got nothin’ to say to that right? That’s ‘cause you know it’s true. Give up Jill. He doesn’t love you anymore.”
Jill hung up the phone. There was no use arguing. Jonny was definitely sleeping with Heather.
Their marriage was over.
Chapter 49
Heather ran into the studio.
“I just got a call from your wife.”
Jonny was stunned. “What?”
“She is in a rage.” Heather leaned on the counter to catch her breath.
“What did she say?”
“She said you didn’t really care about me. I told her she was the one who was wrong, if you didn’t care about me then why would you be sleeping with me?”
He turned white. “What did you say?” he croaked.
“I told her we’re sleeping together.”
Suddenly Jonny realized that expecting discretion from a nineteen-year-old was expecting too much.
Heather continued, “I don’t know why you are so freaked out. We’re a couple Jonny, it’s time she knew.”
“You should not have spoken to her.” His voice was angry and firm. “Where was she?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
He was panicked and angry. He walked around the console to Heather and grabbed her by the arms. “Don’t play games Heather, this is my life. Where was she?”
“Ow, you’re hurting me.” She wriggled free from his grasp. “How should I know where she was? It sounded like she was on a cell phone. She could be anywhere.”
Jonny released his grasp. “I have to go home.” He looked at the clock. He was still on the air for another two hours. He figured he could voice track the rest of his show and skip out. He’d tell Ted he had an emergency. Not untrue.
“Why are you going home? It’s good she knows, I feel better it’s out in the open. Now we can be together.”
“Heather, you don’t get it. I don’t want to lose my wife!”
His words hit Heather like stones. She finally realized she was nothing more than a fling to him. She started to cry.
“Look, I can’t deal with your tears right now. We’ll talk later. Now you have to leave so I can voice track and get the hell out of here.”
Jonny’s angry voice scared her. She sullenly left the studio.
Jonny quickly looked over the playlist and began recording breaks. An hour later he was done, speeding out of the studio to Ted Reed’s office.
Ted was on the phone. Jonny interrupted him with two quick raps on the door. “I have an emergency, I voice tracked the rest of my shift. I have to leave.”
Ted looked at the frantic man in front of him. “Is everything okay? Is it Jill?”
“Yeah, I can’t get into it. I gotta go.”
“Drive safe,” Ted said, but Jonny was already gone.
He sped home, screeching into his complex. Outside his apartment door was a pile of stuff. His stuff. Clothes, CDs and other personal effects lay strew on the front walk.
Obviously Jill was home.
He put his key in the lock. It didn’t turn. He tried again. She must have changed the locks. Jonny dialed Jill on his cell phone.
“Hello,” she tearfully answered.
“Jill, it’s Jonny, please don’t hang up.”
He heard her breathing heavily.
“Please let me in. I want to talk to you.”
“I have no use for you. Find someplace else to sleep.” Her voice was terse.
“Jill.”
Click.
She hung up on him.
He called her back again, but she didn’t answer. The third time he tried his call went straight to voicemail.
Jonny didn’t really blame her. He betrayed her in the worst possible way. Shamefully, he gathered up his belongings, taking several trips to load them in his car. On the last trip, he woefully placed his hand on the doorknob, hoping it would open, hoping it wasn’t too late. In his heart he realized it probably was.
He drove back to the station