Scott ushered her into the kitchen.
"Now, now, all this depressing talk is bringing down the mood," he smirked, "This is what happens when I leave you alone for a moment I see. You need my good influence on you constantly."
She frowned looking up at him. "You? A good influence?"
He waved his hand flippantly. "Of course I am! I'm benevolent and kind. Now, sit down, sit down. Here I made you some cake. Daddy made you your favorite, so open wide!"
He squeezed her cheeks, opening her mouth, shoveling a piece of cake in.
Chewing hesitantly, she glanced up at him as he beamed down at her.
"You're in a good mood. Also, don't ever call yourself my daddy."
He just grinned. "Of course I'm in a good mood. I've crushed your suicidal thoughts, spent the day with my daughters, and-here comes more cake!"
He shoveled more cake in her mouth. "Now isn't it a wonderful, beautiful day to stay inside," his smile dropped. "And never leave?"
She sniffled, looking away. He paused, watching her curiously.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
She sniffled again. "I...want a vacation."
"We're going on vacation remember? Our flight is in a couple weeks."
"No I mean...I just never get any time alone. I need time alone."
"Okay," he shrugged, "Go out then. Go to the summer house and stay for a bit-"
She looked up at him, clenching his shirt. "But then..I'll need cash."
He blinked. "I have plenty of cards. Why do you need cash?"
She sighed. "Scott you always do this," hot tears spilled over onto her face, making Scott cock his head.
"I feel like your my warden-" she bursted into sobs.
"Turn it off," he said simply.
She frowned looking up at him, her face evening out, glaring at him blankly.
He stared back, cocking a brow. "I've been married to you for over ten years. Did you actually think that would work?" He wiped her tears away.
She shrugged. "I don't know. Can't hate a girl for trying."
He scoffed. "If you wanted to run away, you'd need to be more careful. Asking me outright for cash? Come on now. You can do better than that."
She sighed, leaning back. "I don't think I should have to."
Scott kneeled down beside her. "Listen, these thoughts you have about leaving me have come again haven't they?"
She sighed.
He smiled. "Okay," he whispered.
She frowned. "What?"
He stood, sighing. "I said okay. You...want to leave? Fine. Fine then. Go."
She stood instantly, watching him. "Go?"
He smirked. "Go. I'm guessing...you'll want to take the children too then?"
She nodded softly.
"Go ahead then. Take them as well." He stood, frowning.
"And...and those papers. That you never got rid of. I'll sign those too. Where are they? Third drawer with the drugs I guess...the thought of leaving me makes you as happy as they do."
She reached out. "No I-"
"It's okay," he said carefully, the words feeling awkward in his mouth. "It's...it's fine. You don't have to pretend to cry, or pretend to love me-"
"I didn't pretend," She said softly.
"It's...it's okay, Morgana." He smiled to himself. "It's okay."
His eyes darted along the wall for a moment, before he left the room, coming back with the divorce papers.
He set them down on the papers, picking up a pen. He paused over the line where his name was supposed to go.
Was he doing this right? Is this what he was supposed to do?
He clenched his jaw. "This is what you want isn't it? And no matter what I do it's what you'll want, right?" He asked.
He clenched his jaw. "No matter who much better I get, or how much I'll try, this is Gina. Stay in that drawer, isn't it?"
Ana purses her lips, letting her silence answer.
He smiled, scribbling his name. "Right. You're free then."
He set the pen down, turning his back to her. She reached out, blinking away her tears.
"Why?" She whispered.
"You'll just keep trying to kill yourself if I don't right? I figure at least this way...I don't have to watch. I'm tired, Ana. You keep struggling against me, and I don't...have the strength I used to."
He looked down. "Maybe if I never grew to care for you as much as I did, I could keep holding you down forever. Keeping all the sharp objects away. Covering the pool. Locking the balcony doors."
He shrugged away from her. "I know I seem fine, but I...I'm not what I used to be. And I don't have the energy anymore. Not for this. Not all the time. So just go."
He walked away, shutting the bedroom door behind him.
She stared at the divorce papers. This wasn't how the day was gonna go. She glanced at the door.
But she knew Scott. Even if he didn't have the strength now, he'd gain it. She had to leave now, or he'd never let her go.
She tore her eyes away from the door, gathering the children, and the cash she'd been stashing.
Scott stared at her ceiling hearing the front door close.
"Goodbye...Ana."
