𝐌𝐑𝐒. 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒

𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗔

"Me and Mikey here are going out, so you can relax here and do what ever you like," he rested his arm over Michael's shoulders. 

To me they already seemed drunk enough but I didn't say anything. My hands were still trembling to do anything anyways. I was really away from Johnathan. All these years down the drain. A life I could've enjoyed and savoured, only to be stuck in a delusional loveless marriage. It was easy getting married, everyone was doing it. Left and right there'd be another sudden proposal , another wedding and another baby shower. I couldn't escape it.

I wanted so desperately to fit in, but forced my self to fit in a triangular hole when I was a circle. It simply wasn't possible and even if I could chip the sides and  slip through, I could never fit the corners fully. I knew that. Deep down beneath the lies and masked act I knew it. We both did.

It was only to satisfy our parents and outside viewers, but what was the point when the person I was meant to spend with on the inside treated me like shit. All the validation the acceptance, it was all for nothing.I did this all for nothing.

Pushing off the couch, I searched for the bathroom. Splashing my face, I wiped off the dried tears along with yesterdays make up. Grabbing a cloth from my bag, I held it under the faucet. Looking at myself in the mirror, I looked worse than usual. My nest of hair was loosely tied back and my eyes were droopy ready to shut at any moment. An entire mess.

Cleaning myself up as best as I could, I wiped my pits and cleaned up down there. Swiping on a bit of deodorant, I then tied up my hair in a bun.The house door clicked and there was a slam. Popping my head out, the woman from the portraits was dancing around by the hallway. Quietly making my way down I went over to greet her.

"Oh shit!" She held onto the counter. "You scared the shit out of me!"

"Sorry," I nervously chuckled. She had dark chestnut hair and ocean blue eyes. She seemed pretty toned and wore light makeup  except for a bit of noticable harsh blush.

"You must be who they were talking  about,"She placed her hands on her hips. "I didnt expect you to look so... ordinary."

"I was dropped here by Trevor, the two of them went out," I explained.

"I guess they'll be here late then, those texts were a mess," she laughed to herself. "Well it's nice to meet you.."

"Geniveve,"I grinned.

"Nice to meet you Gen," she opened up the fridge. "I womder how you met that nut case."

"It was at a bar," i fiddled with my fingers.

"That makes sense," she chugged a bottle of water.

"I was scared of him at first but then he gave me some advice," I rambled on.

"Trevor? Advice?" She laughed. "Well a broken clock is right twice a day."

"Is he that bad?" I asked. This may have sounded like a stupid question, but the warmth he'd  shown me in the little time i had met him was one that had flown around swallowing me whole.

"That bad? If you compare him to some men I've met maybe not," she leaned on the counter. "But if i  were to describe him using one word it'd be unhinged."

"So it's that bad," I crossed my arms. 

"Mhmm," she nodded. "I know you two met at a bar, but what are you doing here?"

"He just brought me along," I answered.

"Well  i understand, he can be intimidating, but its just how you handle him,"she huffed. "You seem pretty tired, you can wash up if you'd like." She took her bottle and walked out the back door. "The first aid kit is in the cupboard!" She called out.

Raising my brow, realisation finally hit me. My hands reached towards my neck the bruise still stinging. I mumbled a small thank you and searched for the kit.