1.2 Busted

Life with Dean wasn't easy. Besides the fact the house was small and dishes piled in the sink and on the counters, oh and there was the tiny fact Dean was the only person to ever hurt her. But he was easy to avoid most of the time.

After all, just because she had to live with him didn't mean she had to hang with him.

Haleigh preferred to invest her time on her artistic abilities. Since Dean spent his days at the Corporate Towers, Haleigh choose to work the night shift at the cemetery. For Haleigh, this set up was ideal. Separate schedules meant no Dean.

From time to time Haleigh's plan back fired.

Haleigh heard her key click in the door. Since it was late, she entered quietly flicking on the light switch and lightly stepping across the wooden floor. Instead of walking into the familiar messy living room. Haleigh glanced across the clean and tidy living room. Her years swept the open space until they landed on Dean.

Dean and the woman in his arms.

Haleigh's temper flared and her fists tightened. "What the hell Dean!" she shouted over the television.

The woman pulled away in shock as Haleigh retreated into her room, slamming the door behind her.

Fiona's eyes narrowed at Dean. "Explain," she said bitterly.
"Look, she's just my roommate," who happens to be an ex, Dean said, wiping a small amount of hair from Fiona's face.
Fiona's eyes narrowed in disbelief. Dean leaned towards her, whispering in her ear. "Do you really think she'd be in there if I was out here cheating on her."
Fiona smiled lightly and leaned back in for a kiss.

"I guess if you don't believe me so far, follow me," Dean said slyly, pulling Fiona to her feet and pulling her into his bedroom.

The problem with Dean's shack was the paper thin walls. Haleigh heard a door shut and her heart lifted, until she heard a high pitched laughed from Dean's room.

What is my problem, Haleigh thought to herself.