Chapter eleven: Awake

I remember when i was a teenager, and i had just finished watching my first horror movie ever,

My face lacked emotions, it remained frozen, pale, like it was sucked dry by the very terrifying monsters from the movie.

Well, history just repeated itself.

Except that, this time, it wasn't a movie, but the words from my husbands mouth. Derricks mouth.

“Thats unlike you, Fiona?. …,” i repeated.

“Fiona, thats what this had all been about?”

“Wait, how long has this really been going on?” I bombarded myself with series of questions.

“ i cant do this anymore,” i resigned.

“ i cant hope for you anymore.” I shook my head saying.

Flinging off the duvet without a care in the world, i impatiently jumped out of the bed.

Derrick only ruffled the sheets once again before drifting off back to sleep.

One look at him and i slammed the door shut so hard.

Wishing i could just take a long drive far away from this mess.

But it was past midnight already and had nowhere to go.

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