I'm Finally Wanted

Chapter 4

I huff and sit up in my bed.

I look over to Tyler, and see he's peacefully sleeping.

Well, what type of wife would I be if I woke him up just to rant to him about my family? Probably a bad one.

But it's definitely worse to let my fury stew inside of me, because that's when my mind gets a little... destructive.

Ah... the joys of having to go to some intense therapy for three years.

I quietly get out of bed, and tip toe downstairs and to the kitchen.

I happened to catch a glance at the oven clock, and groaned when I saw the time. 1:47am.

There goes my hopes of a good sleep schedule for the next week. I think as I start a cup of coffee.

I go to the living room, and to the coffee table, I snatch my sketching stuff of it, and plop it down on the kitchen table.

I grab my finished coffee, and look up a reference picture, and start sketching.

I always sketch or paint when my mind is... on my parents. And maybe the few of the siblings that still hate me. *cough* Harper and Jace *cough*. My siblings closest in age. Who aren't adopted.

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Tyler's pov:

I open my eyes.

Something's off...

My hand shoots out to where Raven's side of the bed is, and instead of my hand landing on my lovely wife's back, it hits the soft blankets.

I sit up, and see Raven is nowhere in sight.

I groan. "This is what happens when you let things go you nitwit." I tell myself.

I run a hand through my hair as I get out of bed, and walk downstairs, already knowing where Raven will be.

Raven always sketches or paints when she's thinking about her past.

Personally, I am very happy she's found a harmless outlet for her frustration. She used to pent up that frustration and anger, then it come out if different places. Usually she'd end up having an abrupt breakdown out of nowhere, or she'd cut.

Cutting was a past addition of hers, but since she got pregnant with the boys she only cut once or twice. Which isn't great, but it's a lot better then it used to be.

When she was pregnant or shortly after she had the boys, she was constantly pissed.

We'd fight about literally everything. Then the whole thing with her parents going to jail happened, and Raven felt bad about not taking in a few of siblings. Which caused more stress on her. Then Raven and I had this big fight, which was entirely my fault. I took my problems from college, and put them onto Raven. Raven actually left and went and stayed with my cousin Easton and his girlfriend at the time, now his wife, for several days.

My point is, she started therapy, and now she found an outlet for all of the feelings she has, that doesn't harm anyone.

I go to the kitchen, and see Raven sitting at the table, sketching.

I go over to her, and rub her shoulders.

"You should really be sleeping Tyler." Raven mumbles.

"And let you be all alone down here? Where's the fun in that?" I ask.

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Raven's pov:

"And let you be all alone down here? Where's the fun in that?" Tyler asks.