The Color Black [an original story]

eight

Author's Note: There's no flashback in this chapter

Geneviève and Black waited quietly as they waited for their counselor. Geneviève couldn't believe she went on with the plan. Black snubbed her in and she couldn't leave. Black's hand rested on Geneviève's as they still waited patiently.

"Ouch," Geneviève complained as she felt the baby kicked. She rubbed her belly looking down at her stomach. Black noticed and looked at her.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Geneviève moved his hand to the spot where the baby kicked. The baby kicked once more, but not that effective. Geneviève watched as Black's eyes lit up. It was a feeling that the both of them loved. -"Our sweet baby boy." Black cooed.

"I'm so ready to get this over. I'm starving." Geneviève said, laying her head back on the wall. -"Doing this is so stupid, Black."

"What's stupid about fixing our 'marriage'?" Black asked. The feeling was now dead. -"This is going to help us."

"Black, I already told you millions of times that I don't want to get married to you."

"Then why did you come?"

"Because you threatened me like always." Geneviève's voice risen.

"Lower your fucking voice. When we get in there don't tell her everything." Black said and Geneviève looked at him.

"What's the point of us even doing this if it isn't going to be truthful. You're the only one with the problem, Black." Geneviève rolled her eyes.

The counselor came out and greeted the both of them with a welcoming smile. All three of them entered into her office. -"Welcome Black and Geneviève Reynolds. So, what's the problem." The counselor asked.

"It's him." Geneviève shouted out, which made Black snap his head towards her. -"Our relationship is not easy. At first it was magical, he was showering me with gifts and showing me unconditional love, but now it's different." Geneviève spoke.

"What changed in you, Mr Reynolds?"

"Please, call me Black, I'm not that old. To answer your question, Geneviève made our relationship boring." Black complained.

"That's bullshit, Black, and you know it. Stop lying and tell the truth." Geneviève said. Black's eyes never left hers. She almost felt scared with his glare.

"What's the truth, Black?" The counselor chimed in. Black slowly turned his head from Geneviève to the counselor. He was afraid to admit the truth. He didn't want to look like a monster.

"I would never lie. We're both here to tell the truth. Geneviève did make our relationship boring and that's a fact."

"You're so pathetic. How can you lie in this woman face? Black has been abusing me for years." Geneviève confessed. She didn't even care for his glare anymore.