Chapter 3

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"I'm exhausted!" I let myself fall on the couch of the living room.

On last period we had to run laps for a whole hour.

I wasn't kidding when I said I was a lazy ass.

First ten minutes and I was already panting.

"It wasn't that bad." Del said sitting across me.

"Right since you're Mr. Can do it all. I'm taking a shower." I said when I was half way up the stairs.

"Oh and make me something to eat."

"What?! Aren't you the one who's supposed to cook?!" He yelled back but I didn't bother answering.

I ran the shower cold. It helped my tense muscles relax. Damn I need to exercise more. I used to go dancing but quit after Mika died. He was my dancing partner. So instead now I take music lessons. I can already play and sing but I like to take my mind off things and stay away from home. It soothes me.

I turned off the shower and changed into some shorts and a spaghetti strap shirt. Combed my hair and blow dried it. Once I finished fusing with my hair I took my guitar out from under the bed. I sneaked it in yesterday when Del was talking to his parents. I sat on the middle of our bed, closed my eyes, and began to play and sing:

"It all goes back to the first kiss
It was the one I thought I'd never miss
Maybe we were one of the lucky ones
Maybe I'm just not quite strong enough

This was supposed to be the easy part
But breaking down is what I found hard
Now I'm wearing this smile that I don't believe in
Inside I feel like screaming

She gave me every reason to believe I'd found the one
But my doubts somehow they sold me out

I'm bruised and scarred
Save me from this broken heart
All my love will slowly fade and fall apart
Someone please sing this lovesick melody
Call my name if you're afraid
I'm just a kiss away

I'm finding out in the hardest way
The consequence of every mistake I've ever made
Baby what's it like to be alone?
(Baby, what's it like to be alone)
I don't want to know, I don't want to know

She gave me every reason to believe I'd found the one
But my doubts somehow they sold me out..."


Someone clapped and my eyes popped wide open.

Delany was standing at the door of our bedroom a sad smile on his face.

But why?

"That was beautiful. I didn't know you could sing." He said sitting on the bed with me.

His thumb caressed my cheek and then seemed to wipe something away.

Damn I'm crying.

Tears are the worst traitors in life.

I cleared my throat.

"I don't suppose you made me something to eat." I said it more like a statement than a question.

"You suppose right." He said.

"Man and never wanting to get near the kitchen. But since we're going to be living together you're going to get used to it. Like it or not."

"But I don't know how to cook." He whined.

He does that a lot. Sort of frustrating.

"Not my problem you either help me out or die of hunger." I warned.

"Tough choice." He joked on our way to the kitchen.

And the kitchen is huge! The whole house is huge and its only for the two of us. Damn rich people don't know their own limits.

"What are we making?" he asked.

"Just some sandwiches. I'm not in the mood for something else."

I cant believe he didn't know how to make a sandwich. It's the easiest thing in the whole wide world! After he finished making his we ate in silence. This is really peaceful. No mother yelling at my father at how incompetent he is or yelling at me for been the one who let Mikhail die. Always blaming me when it was the goddamned drunk truck driver's fault!

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