broken bottles & wedding bells || fred weasley

Chapter Eight: Drunken Haze

I'm right across from him. We're sitting at the small dining table in the flat. It's been silence since we said halfhearted hellos and sat down. I'm on the brink of tears, I can feel it.

"You hurt me," I mumbled coldly, my eyes watering. "You really hurt me."

"I know. I know I did," He replied. "I don't feel like saying sorry is enough. I don't know what to say to explain myself. I have no excuse."

"Did you sleep with her?"

"Rain, I-"

"Did you sleep with her?!" I raised my voice, tears drifting down my cheeks.

"Yes."

That three letter word broke my heart.

"Of course you did."

It was quiet again.

He looked hurt too.

"So what's the plan?" He asked. "Because we've got a son. We have a wedding planned. What's going on?"

"I don't want to say I'm done but I don't know what else to say," I scoffed. "But I guess my heart can't break any further."

"God, I'm sorry, okay!? I'm so sorry! I know I hurt you and I hate myself for it!!"

"Good!!" I yelled back. "Good!! Because you promised forever and broke it in a day."

"We'll plan visits I guess," Fred said. "I'll have George pick Henry up from wherever you're living now. But I don't know if he'll do that for me. Everyone hates me now."

"So we're doing this then? This is the end of it?"

"I guess so. You seem convinced there isn't any way we could fix this."

It was quiet again. My heart ached when I realized. I'll be losing him. Just like I lost Draco. Just like I lost everything and everyone else in my life. But I can't. I can't break down in front of him. I don't want to give him that satisfaction.

"Rain I still need you."

I laughed bitterly. "Then why were you in another woman's bed last night?"

He was quiet again.

"Was I not enough for you!? Was it all pity?! You stayed with me because I had your kid and now that he's getting older, you're moving on?!"

"Rain it's not like that..."

"Why'd you do it?!"

"I don't know!!" He stood up and ran his hands through his hair. "God, I hate this!!"

He turned back to me, crying. He's in tears now.

"You hate this?!" I stood up. "I had to tell our son that his father was too busy to be with us this morning!! He asked where you were, Fred!! Our boy!! Who doesn't deserve any of this!!"

"He doesn't deserve a father like me!! You don't deserve a man like me either!! So leave!!" He pointed to the door. "I'm gonna drink. I'm gonna drink a lot and I don't need you seeing me like that. Please. Leave."

I sobbed and nodded. "Fine. bye, Fred."

I shut the door behind myself when I left and heard multiple loud bangs. He had to have thrown something. I found myself sitting against the door and crying. Just crying. I don't want to leave. I don't want this to be over.

I stood up when George came up the stairs looking very concerned. He saw me and frowned. "Rain I'm so sorry..."

"It's fine," I sniffled and wiped my eyes angrily. "He's dropped us. So that's it. It's over now. All of it. All of those years. Good luck with him. He's a mess."