My Heart Is Open

Losing My Mind

*Lacey's pov

At the end of the night we went straight to his house, our house. No honeymoon set for the supposed lovebirds, just home, at least my home for a year. I looked around it was huge, completely unnecessary for a bachelor. The living room was cluttered with my boxes from a house I assumed I no longer owned. I went to the boxes kicking off my shoes as I went. The carpet was thick and luxurious on my sore feet. There was a note, "leave your key, we sold the house -mom and dad." "Well at least I have that money" I sighed and called the realtor on the card stapled to the note. "Hi yea I'm calling because you sold my house?" I said. "No your parents house dear" the woman said after I gave her my information. "My parents? No that was my house" I said confused. "Where is my money?" I asked getting mad. "It's not your money dear, it went to your parents" she said and hung up. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I screamed throwing the house phone across the room and watching it shatter. "Woah what the hell?" Adam said walking in, his tux all disheveled and hair a mess. "My parents sold my house and took the money! Those selfish assholes!" I yelled. "Calm down I'll reimburse you" he said. "I don't want your stupid money! I want my house and money and life and fiancé! I don't want to be here!" I yelled slipping on the shoes so I wouldn't forget them and stormed away. I ran upstairs and found the master bedroom and then searched for the room furthest from it and slammed the door shut.

How did my life get so out of control? How did I go from a loving fiancé to being married to that? I wondered pointing to the door. I shook my thoughts and looked at the calendar on the desk, 8 days until I got back to work and can avoid him. I took a deep breath. "Lacey?" Adam said knocking on the door, "go away" I said. "I brought your clothes up, I figured you'd want at least those tonight" he said. I sighed and opened the door. I took the large bin from him and started to shut the door on him but he stopped it. "Listen, I know you lectured me in the limo about living together but don't think you're the only one losing something here. I had a fiancée too, your life isn't the only one ruined here. I'm no happier than you but we can at least be civil and learn to live together peacefully instead of throwing things and breaking them and slamming doors." He said his voice thick with a pissy, self centered attitude. "I hate you, get out" I said simply. "No. And you know what? I'm really sick of your attitude, this is my house, I will not be told what to do. Now what the fuck is your problem?" He yelled back. "You!" I yelled. "You are my problem! I hate you! I hate your sucky music! I hate your cocky, self centered attitude! I hate your womanizing, modelizing worthless self! You sicken me! And you think you can convince me you had a fiancée. The idea is laughable that anyone could put up with you at all. So excuse me if I'm not drooling over you and happy to be here!" I yelled pushing him out. "You know nothing about me! I bet all of that is shit you read in some stupid magazine written by assholes that twist everything I say and do to make me look like a douche!" He yelled pushing back.

I stumbled backward my heel breaking and fell on the bed crying. "Lacey" Adam said stepping forward. "Don't!" I said and backed up on the bed. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have pushed you" he said quickly. "Just don't Adam, don't. Leave" I yelled. He left and I curled up in bed and cried. God I hate him so much! I drifted to sleep only to be woken up by another knock. "Go away" I said my voice hoarse from screaming. The door opened and Adam came in carrying a tray. "I thought you might like some breakfast" he said softly. I sighed and sat up, "I'm sorry about last night" he said setting the tray on the bed. "Me too, yesterday was emotional I'm not usually like that" I murmured. He nodded, "same." I looked at the tray, fruit, croissants, muffins, eggs, bacon, and coffee. I took a muffin and picked at it. "Thanks" I mumbled. "Welcome. I'm sorry I broke your heels" he said taking a muffin himself. "It's okay I'll never wear them again anyway" I said. We finished eating in silence. "I should change" I said. Adam got up then and started to leave, I started to unbutton the back of the dress. I struggled silently when a hand fell to my back. "Let me help" he said. "I can do it myself" I said turning around. "Your struggling, let me help" he said and unbuttoned the dress slowly. "Thank you" I mumbled. He finished and his hands dropped, they didn't linger like I thought they would. The door shut and I released the breath I hadn't realized I was holding and slipped out of the ugly dress and rummaged through the bin of clothes and settled on a pair of cut off jeans and a tank top.