Red, White, & Royal Pain

1.2

Alex is feeling just about ready to vomit.
"June...what have I told you about pursuing acting? You know you're no good," Alex says with a shaky laugh. God. He doesn't even sound convincing to himself.
"Alex, I'm not joking. It sounds like you and Henry might need some time alone though. I'll be with the kids." June was shaking her head in a disapproving manner and Alex, well. Alex thought at this moment, he'd rather be having a heart-to-heart with Zahra.
In the midst of all of this, Henry stands, staring at Alex. He looks like his heart might have fallen through the hard wooden floor and gotten buried 6 feet under.
"Baby" Alex pleads, "you know this isn't true. The media is always looking for scandals. I mean, look what they did to us-".
Alex is cut off by Henry grabbing his wrist. His eyes look like coal, dark and unfeeling. He has the aura of a man who has just gotten his heart broken.
"I think I've heard quite enough," Henry says cooly, dropping hold of Alex's wrists and storming out the front door.
"No, baby, no. Don't leave. Let me explain, please."
But Henry is already gone.
"Where's Daddy going?" asks the inquiring voice of Ella, who had just walked into the room as June came rushing out looking flustered.
"Ella, I told you not to leave-" she stops herself mid-sentence, her eyes resting upon her brother's grief stricken face.
Just then, Alex drops to his knees in front of June, Ella, and Arthur, in a wailing sob. He usually has no problem shielding his children from the drama that is their life, but that's only because it has never before been him that was the drama. Another soul wrenching cry escapes his body, and he doesn't even notice when his family leaves the room. Alex is alone.
After a time period that very well could have been 5 minutes, 30 minutes, an hour, or even two, Alex manages to stop the warm flow of tears. He picks himself up off the floor and almost immediately comes crashing back down as his knees buckle. Great, he thinks. My husband thinks i'm cheating, my children think i'm having a goddamn quarter-life crisis, and my living room floor is my new bed. Fucking splendid. Alex curls into himself and after another unknown duration of time, he tragically falls asleep to the lullaby of Henry's voicemail.

Hey guys!!! These are the first two chapters that we have written for now, and we'd love to hear some feedback! Let us know how you're liking it so far and 1.3 coming soon!!