Are you okay?

Chapter 20

Evangeline

I woke up in some what of a fluster. I felt awful but I suppose that's what I get for snacking on pancakes at 3 in the morning.

I quickly got up and made my way down the stairs, towards the kitchen. It was still a mess from last night.

last night

His name was still written all over me. I wanted it to stay there forever.

I poured a glass of water, forgetting how awful tap water tastes over here.
That somehow made me feel worse.
Thank God Nathan insisted we had the fridge full of water bottles, it was definitely needed in this summer heat.

I took one out of the fridge and whilst I was looking down, trying to open the damn thing, the girl from last night walked in.
I'd low-key forgotten about her.
Now that sick feeling had gotten 10x worse. The look in her eyes scared me, she just looked fucking mean.

"you really keep a clean house don't you?" she glared whilst running her hands over the counter.

I ignored her as I began loading the dishes into the dishwasher. I was hoping if I ignored her long enough she'd fuck right off.

"bit of a letdown of a wife, you're suppose to keep the house clean for him" she tutted

I sighed out of anger.
It was not my job as his wife to clean this damn house.
We both cleaned what mess we made and it worked. Neither of us had definite roles, we both just did what needed to be done, no arguments about it.
Her mindset was sad and incredibly outdated.

"can I help you?" I finally look up at her

"you can step out of the fucking way and let me have back what's mine" she snapped back

"he's not property, now if I can't help you, can you please get out of the kitchen" I go back to cleaning the mess.

"i'd rather not" she slammed her hand down on mine, stopping me from continuing what I was doing.
I was regretting not letting Nathan chuck her back outside last night.

"look I don't know what he's told you or who the hell you think you are but he loves me and when he wakes up and is sober from whatever you gave him last night, he will realise that" she spat her words out at me like venom.

I didn't like what she was insinuating.

"are you suggesting I fucking drugged him?" I stare at her in disbelief

"i'm not suggesting doll, I fucking know you did!" she pressed all her weight down on my hand causing me to wince, "I know him and he would have never pushed me away before, he's not like that"

"get off me" I hiss, "right now, before I call him down here"

"I will get him back, you can count on that" she stood up relieving the pressure on my hand

I went back to ignoring her and finishing up around the kitchen.

"bitch" she muttered.

I really didn't understand her problem with me. Like i'd actually been rather accommodating to her when I didn't need to be.

"what is your problem?" I snap

"you" she yelled, throwing a glass to the floor. It was one of the crystal glasses from our fucking wedding.
They'd been sitting out so I could clean them and get them put into a safe box.
The crystal had been bought by my parents.
It was taking everything in me not to cry.

It shattered right beside my foot. It would have hit me and cut me had I not flinched when she screamed.
She was literally throwing a tantrum, it was clear she hadn't aged out of a high school girls mindset.