My husband

CHAPTER 11

    He was going crazy, that was the only way to explain it, it's been a week and he was yet to hear anything from Racheal, his heart felt like it was being ripped out and slammed back into his chest and then ripped out again. Between passing out cold from his constant bottoming ups and screaming at the investigators he had hired?, he didn't think he'd done any other thing all week.

     He rolled down his window to yell at a driver who was horning continuously behind him, it was only when he looked forward that he realized that the light had turned green and seemed to have for a while judging from the drivers flipping him off as they overtook him. He had been deep in thought. Claire has refused to tell him why she insisted that they meet at the Stone residence, knowing Edward would not be home only made him more anxious to get there.

    Maybe she was going to tell him where Racheal was

     Maybe tell him Racheal was back

     Or better still that these was all some sort joke

   He'd tried to reach Claire throughout the week, he learnt she had taken the one week every employee was entitled to every year off from the office and all efforts to reach her had been futile. He had even hired another detective to look for her, it was then that he discovered that she had left the state on vacation to California, at first he had been elated thinking perhaps Racheal was with her considering the timing, he'd ended up finishing two bottles of vodka that night when he was told she hadn't gone with Claire, or taken any flight leaving to California or anywhere in fact.

He got out of the car and eyed Claire where she stood at the door waiting, as he walked towards her he prayed that a camera crew would appear and tell him he was on a reality show or something.

He saw no cameras.

"Come in" Claire said her voice icy, she turned and started walking expecting that he follow

"Where is she?" He asked urgently "Is she fine?" He continues when Claire continues to ignore him "Please tell me she's okay?!, tell me where she is!"

Claire continued up the stairs ignoring him and his frantic questions

"Look this is bullshit!, I demand you tell me where she is" he shouted, when she looked back and glared at him, he wanted to throttle and shake her until Racheals' whereabout tumbled from her lips

He followed her into the room that she opened and it didn't take him two seconds to realize they had just entered Racheals' room

"She's here isn't she?, she has been here all along hmm?" He asked looking around anxiously. When it became apparent that she wasn't in the room, he yanked open the door to her closet. Frustrated, he turned accusing eyes on Claire "Is this one sort of joke?, where is Racheal?"

"I never told you what was here" Claire retorted, taking a sit on the bed

"So what the hell am I doing here?, I just fucking left a meeting with the investigators because I thought you were going to tell me where the hell she is" he yelled

Rolling her eyes, Claire pointed at the bathroom door

Walking to the door and yanking it open he stepped in, he was able to turn around and tear Claire a new one when he realized that his face was staring back at him from the floor

Frowning he bent and picked the paper, it was obviously a page from a magazine, confused he picked other pieces of paper from the floor, his eyes immediately catching the others on the bathroom wall when he stood

"What is this?" He asked softly

"I don't know if I hate you or feel sorry for you" Claire said, he turned to find her standing by the door of the room, her eyes sad and angry at the same time

"What is this?" He asked again baffled, he felt his legs beginning to shake as his brain started firing every possible explanation at him

"You are so blinded by all that pain you felt from that Vivian bitch that you're letting it ruin your life!, ruin everything good around you!, well Racheal got out before you ruined her too, her and the baby!, she wouldn't never have done that to you.... what you accused her of, you're despicable. How could you have said all those horrible things?, she'd never forgive you and you'd never see her again!" Claire was crying now her voice shaking from the force of her emotions

"Tell me where she is... please Claire I need to..I know she doesn't want to have anything to do with me... I know I told her to go away... I care about her Claire.."

"You care about her?" Claire mocked "She loved you you fool!, she has always loved you... how could you be so cruel?" Laughing humorlessly Claire shook her head at the look on his face "To think I was rooting for you, I wanted so bad for her to be happy with you, I hoped you'd see how you two were perfect for each other, she told you she loved you and you practically spat in her face. You took something so pure and twisted it and your claim is it's all because of what Vivian did. Well from where I stand this is all you!, because only a cold hearted son of a bitch would react the way you did when she told you" swiping angrily at her tears, she turned to walk away

"Help yourself out and don't be here when Edward comes back, imagine his frustration turning up on dead ends trying to find his daughter. Ends might not be the only things turning up dead if he finds the person responsible in his home" she said over her shoulder as she walked away

It was as though his legs couldn't hold him up anymore, stumbling to the tub, he sank down on its edge, tears blurring his eyes as he stared at the magazine pages that had been turn to pieces in his hands

He glanced up, noting that the newest magazine picture there was from about two years ago, the rest dating back as far as five years before, piecing the papers in his hand together he realized she had even had pictures she had drawn of him up on that wall too.

If he felt like he was going crazy before?, now he felt like he was going to die with the pain lancing through his body

He had fucked up

He had fucked up royally and had no means of fixing it

He wasn't sure why the thought of Racheal not being in his life anymore felt like it was going to split his head in two but he didn't think he was going to be able to live through it. His heart ached so much he thought it would just stop beating on it's own.

Grabbing the papers and tearing down the rest from the wall he made his way out of the house, taking them with him.