Broken Trust

New Home

three months later

I looked in the mirror at the scars on my stomach, the feeling of shame running high. It's been three weeks since I was attacked in the alleyway, but the scars are still there.

I laid down on the cold ground in the alleyway, feeling a puddle of blood around me as I turned myself to the side, my phone thudding and making the squishy sound as it fell in the blood. Sirens started to fill my ears and I breathed out an unsteady sigh.

Wow, I might make it—fuck..I don't feel good

The sirens started to get closer and I felt my eyes starting to close.

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A swift knock sounded through my ears, taking me out of my thoughts. I rushed over to my shirt on the toilet, quickly putting it on.

"Beth!..."., Chris spoke urgently., "...I really need to use the bathroom!".

Over the three months I have apologised profusely to him. I know he had every right to be there as much as me, I was just out of my mind that day. He keeps telling me to stop apologising and that he forgives me.

I flushed the toilet and ran my hands under the tap for a little bit. I wiped my hands on my shirt and unlocked the door, looking up at him and giving him a smile. He's so beautiful, his brown hair and grey eyes.

"I'm sorry for that"., I spoke softly and he shook his head, tucking some hair behind her ear.

"You don't need to apologise, love. ..."., he smiled., "...All the boxes are packed in the truck".

"Ok, I'll go wait in the truck"., I stated.

I walked out the front of the building and saw Caleb and Max by the truck. Max was leaning against it, playing drums on his thighs while it looked like Caleb was checking the trucks tires, by kicking them. Stupid fucking Caleb.

"Stop kicking the tires"., I called out to him.

He whipped his head around and crossed his arms, clearing his throat.

"I was just making sure they were safe".

"Well that would be the first thing you made sure were safe"., I muttered, going onto the road and climbing into the truck.

I have been cold to Caleb ever since the incident. I've barely talked to him—or anyone for that matter. I've haven't barely gotten any sleep since that day either. The incident that followed, I barely think about that at all, or the case I'm on and how it heavily involves me. All day, everyday, my mind is on my daughter.

Minutes past by and Chris got into the truck, getting the keys from his pocket.

"Are you ready to go yet?"., he turned towards me and I nodded, resting my head on the window.

"Yeah, let's go"., I muttered.

The home that I am moving too, is a cute little house. Big enough for one person. Yes, a lot has happened over the past few months. Me and Santino mutually agreed to end the marriage. The lost of Nellie kept us from speaking to each other as much as we used too, and his feelings for Marianne have become to strong to continue in the marriage.

And as was mentioned before, I do not want to be married anymore. We still want to be friends though, which...is a little awkward, not going to lie, but we're both willing to give it a try.