My Other Half (Avenged Sevenfold)

Untitled Part 71

"Ok. Thank you." I sighed, hanging up the phone.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! The doctor just called with my results, and the diagnosis isn't good. Apparently there are a lot of cancer cells, which means a great amount of my cervix is basically going to be stripped. That's really the only way to explain it. I have to go back for this procedure in three weeks. They wanted my body to have some time to heal from the biopsy they just did.

The last two days, I've hardly said a word to Brian. Every time he looks at me, his eyes are filled with remorse. Every time I look at him, I'm hurt. His words just keep replaying over and over in my mind from two days ago.

Speaking of my dickhead husband, he has decided that getting shitfaced the last two nights should help our situation. I wouldn't mind him drinking if he could keep his fucking mouth shut about our private lives. He started bringing up shit about when Matt and I were dating, and how much he hated seeing us together. That made everyone rather uncomfortable. As if I wasn't pissed enough at him, this has only added fuel to my fire.

The bus suddenly became suffocating to me. I have to get the fuck off of here. I walked out of the back room and down the aisle towards the door. I need a few minutes to clear this shit inside of my head.

I escaped out the doors of the bus, hearing people yell out my name. I ignored all of them and continued walking away from the bus. I kept walking like one of those fuckers who speed walks through the mall. I can hear feet hitting the pavement behind me.

"Tatum!" Brian yelled.

Oh fuck off.

I kept going, hearing him jog to catch up with me. Brian almost jumped in front of me so I'd stop.

"What!?" I yelled af him.

Brian looked startled, but didn't let it phase him too much. He kept himself in front of me.

"What's going on? Why are you out here alone?" He asked.

"Because I need to clear this shit in my head right now." I growled, watching how guilty he looked.

"Look, about the shit I said last night." He started.

"Brian, I'm so fucking sick of this drama that is being started by either the cunt twins, you, or fucking Matt. Every time it almost dies down, one of you starts shit. Grow the fuck up!" I yelled at the end.

His eyes went wide at me. I will say I didn't mean to be that harsh with him, but I can't take this shit anymore.

"I have enough to deal with at the moment. I do not need my husband starting unnecessary shit. Do you understand?" I asked.

"I do." He said quietly.

"Good. Now if you'll excuse me." I said, going to walk around him.

Brian held one arm out to stop me. Both of us sighed and looked at each other.

"I fucked up. I know I did. I can admit it to anyone. I will if you want me to. But babe, please stop shutting me out." He pleaded.

"I'm so fucking hurt, Brian! You made it sound like you didn't trust me, and that I lie about things. I don't lie!" I exclaimed.

"Baby, I know that. I can't explain why the fuck I treated you that way either. I wish I could take it back. I want to. You have to believe that." He groaned.

I crossed my arms and looked away from him. I heard him shuffling closer to me. I already know that means I am going to forgive him, because the second he touches me, I can't be mad at him.