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Chapter 53 - The Truth Pt. 3

A/N Warning: This chapter contains mature themes.

Sadé's POV:

— October 26, At The House

Marshall and I had just pulled up into the driveway of his home, and walked through the doors. His silence was making my anxiety go through the roof. He hasn't said a word to me the entire drive, didn't look at me, and still wasn't speaking as we made our way into the bedroom.

I sat my purse down on the dresser as I took my shoes off. I sat on the bed as Marshall went onto the bathroom. I heard things being shuffled around before he came back out. He grabbed my hand gently, dragging me along with him back to the bathroom. He sat me up on the bathroom counter/sink. He grabbed my hands, cleaning them with cold water before applying rubbing alcohol to get rid of all the blood, and sanitize all the little cuts.

"Ouch. That hurts." I cried out, instinctively pulling my hand away.

"Sorry, but it's gotta be done." He apologized taking my hands back.

That was the first time since everything went down that I actually started to feel pain, meaning my adrenaline was leaving my body. Only then while he was taking care of me did I realize how much my nails actually hurt, and how sore my hands actually were.

He then grabbed some cotton balls and q-tips to really clean my damaged acrylic nails. Man, now I'd have to get them redone. He ended up just having to pop the fakes nails off of my real nails completely. I didn't mind because I didn't want to be walking around here with some nails missing anyways. He continued to clean me up, applying bandaids in some places and around two of my fingers.

Once he was done he went over to the bathtub, running warm water with soap to fill a bath. He left the bathroom and came back a few minutes later with some of my pajamas and a towel.

"Take some time to calm down and relax. Then when you're done I'll be in the room waiting for you so we can talk." He said.

"You're not going to join me?" I asked quietly.

"Nah, not right now. I'm going to take a shower real quick. I'll be back." He replied numbly, leaving the room.

He still hasn't even looked at me. I knew he was mad with me. Not about the fight, but about my past... because I didn't tell him. I thought about it, and I tried, but I just couldn't. That part of me was so guarded and the key was so far locked away that I couldn't allow myself to tell him that yet. I just wasn't ready, but now I had no choice but to tell him because I was exposed. All because she decided to air out my business.

I still don't even know how she found that out. It was nowhere on the internet. I never told people. And only very select few knew. There has been people in my past who have spread my business about this before, but I cut them off immediately. So maybe that's how she knows. Because someone was talking about me and decided to bring up what they heard or a rumor, which she took at face value and decided to blab her mouth about it.

Except this wasn't just some stupid rumor. It was true. I did have cancer. And I can't have babies.

— Some Time Later

I walked out the bathroom in my matching pajama set, and see Marshall laying on the bed on his back waiting for me like he said he would be. He was just staring at the ceiling, a concentrated gaze on his face.

Here goes nothing. I have to break down my last wall, and be completely raw and real with him. It's time I tell him the complete truth and be absolutely vulnerable. I wasn't ready to tell him, but I have no choice since I couldn't do it on my own terms like I intended to.