Shattered

Plan B

I wake up earlier than I ever have in my entire life. To make breakfast for the dipshit himself and then to make sure that my plan is set in motion.

After an hour of making chocolate chip cookies, he wakes up.

Descends down the stairs and stares at me ravishing every part of me.

I forgot that my "period" is supposed to end today.

"Good morning!" I chirp and he smiles.

"Morning." He says seating on a chair on the dinner table.

As I clean the working space, the family I left behind me flashes through my mind.

Charlotte and Elizabeth finally get along now so that's a good thing for Mrs Hart right? But on the other hand Janice is back in Nathan's life.

I cant help but reminisce on how broken he was that day. Clutching me to him as if I was going to disappear, and I did. I feel bad for leaving him at such a crucial time in his life.

When he needed me most, I walked out on him. I'm no better than Janice.

But I have to do this. I really do, I hope he understands.

Even if when I get back to New York, he wont want to take me back in, I'd understand.

I'd just be grateful that at least during this difficult time, he still cared for my son.

"Jenny!" He yells so loud, his voice is angry now.

I should be scared. But I'm not, I dont know how to be.

The thought that I have people that love me back home, makes me feel stronger.

"My name is Gemima." I respond.

He stares at me dumbfounded for a second this eyes twist into so much anger that the little scared girl part of me shivers away.

But the rest of me stands rigid.

"Would you like breakfast after you're done eye murdering me?" I ask.

He looks shocked to say the least.  I know, I am too.

I plate the cookies on the table and begin to eat, he joins a few seconds later.

"I planned a trip for us." I tell him.

"To?" He asks.

"Charlotte. It'll be a week or so." I smile.

"I dont really like trips and all of that." He says. I stare at him.

This man is cat walking on my very last sane nerve.

"Come on baby, it'll be fun. I promise.  We leave after lunch.  I'll go pack." I tell him not waiting for a response.

And just like that, Plan B has begun. I head upstairs and pack some clothes I might need.

Damn I want more cookies.

But first let me go pee for like second time this hour.

I head downstairs and he laying on the couch watching some stupid show.

I head over to the stove to prepare the lunch. It's been a while since I made chicken pie.

Which takes me a while because I keep taking a break to each cookies. They must be too good for me not to be able to put them down.

"Lunch is almost ready." I tell him. He stands and seats.

We eat so fast that it barely feels like we ate. Me eating more of course.