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teeny baby bit of angst
Allie's husband, Aaron Judge, was in a funk; That's how she'd describe it anyway. For the past few days, he'd been particularly mad at her, why must you ask? She had a few theories, but other than that, he had no reason. One of her theories was that he hadn't been doing good on the field so he took it out on her, another thing she didn't like. Allie was fed up this funk, and she'd decided to confront him about it. Waiting till he came home was very tedious, usually there would be so many things to do around the house to do, but Allie just sat on the couch thinking to herself what she'd say. Her mind went like this,
Hmm, what about,
"Aarooon, baby, why so mean?"
No, I cant say that, makes even me cringe.
Her thoughts were cut short by his car pulling into the driveway, and she went to the kitchen to pretend like she'd been doing some cleaning. The door opened, and she walked towards it to greet him, but he immediately passed her.
"Aaron."
"Huh- what?"
"Can we talk please?"
"Yeah, what do you want?"
"What's wrong with you lately? You're always angry and just downright rude to me, did I do something wrong?"
"Yes, you did, you cheated."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what you did Allison, John told me, I don't even want to be near you when I think about it."
"John, As in your brother? The same one who had tried multiple times to pull our relationship apart?! Do you know what you sound like right now?"
"Save it, Allison."
Allie's POV:
Did this just happen? I was shutting down, the love of my life left me there, speechless, had he just broke it off? In response, I ran up the steps, grabbed a bag and threw the things that meant something to me in it. I took my ring off, and left it on our, now his, dresser. I couldn't be in the same house with him, the love of my life, knowing that he didn't feel that way anymore; It hurt too much to even think about.
Getting in the car, I started crying. I hadn't even pulled out of the driveway yet, and once I turned the car on, Aaron ran outside. I didn't care, I still drove off. I had no idea where I was going, I just kept driving. My phone went off numerous times, causing me to turn it off; All of the notifications from Aaron. Why had he decided to start caring now?
I made my way to a hotel, I couldn't care for anything, I just needed somewhere to sleep.
In the morning, I went on my phone and was met with thousands upon thousands of notifications. 247 texts & 196 calls from Aaron, and over 40,000 Twitter & Instagram notifications. What did I do? Normally, I'd get at least 100. Why 40k?
Opening twitter, I was met with 5 pictures. One of me in my car, crying, with my hands on the wheel, another one of me crying, but with my head in my hands. While the next three consisted of me walking into the hotel, bag in hand, puffy face.
The comments were filled with remarks like,
"No wedding ring? Who does she think she is?"
"I hope she's okay."
"Where's her wedding ring?"
"Seriously? TMZ photographers are crazy nowadays, give her some space."
I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that this was happening. This was one of the most embarrassing things to come about.
I decided to listen to Aaron's voicemails, seeing what he had to say.
"Allison, I'm sorry, please baby, forgive me. I know you didn't do it, come home."
"Allie, please answer me."
"Allison, fucking answer me."
"Baby come home, I saw the pictures, I hate to see you like that, please come home."
I called him, letting him know my intentions.
"Hello? Allie, is that you? Please come home, I miss you so much."
"Aaron, I'm not coming home."
"What? Why? Baby, please."
"You think you can treat me like this and get away with it? I don't need that in my life. As much as I love you, this is the best for the both of us."
"No, Allie, I swear I can do better. I swear!"
After hanging up, I blocked him. God, I will miss him, but I think its better for a fresh start.
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Okay I really hated this, but I need to get something out so you guys don't think I'm dead hah.
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