"One macaroni cheese dish for you" Placing the plate on his lap.
"And one Spaghetti and meatballs dish for me" Throwing myself on the couch, "What are you watching?"
Daniel stares at his plate and back to me "Thanks?"
"Dig in" I smiled cheerfully.
Then awkward silence fills the room.
"What are you doing"
"Huh'' I gulp down my meatball
"Why are you being like this"
"Like what?"
"Cooking. Being cheerful" Pointing out like it's a crime to be happy after your husband nearly killed you for not having sex with him because he came home drunk and couldn't resist the urge to get a boner cause his wife wore a very tempting night gown, I mean pssh there's nothing wrong with that.
"Because, you deserve it" I lie and manage to smile
"I do?" Asking with a puzzling facial expression
"Yes you do" I answer.
Ofcourse you don't you little piece of shit.
"Oh" He sits back and continues with his plate. That's right Dan, I won't flip the kill-samantha switch.
"How are you bruises?" He asks.
Did he ask how my bruises were?
Oh danny, they're okay, I mean a purple eye doesn't hurt one bit.
Not to mention the stinging ache on my ribs, Naah nothing little ol' Samantha can't handle.
"Better than last night" Silence fills again.
"Are you done?" I stand up at last
"Yeah,thanks" Handing me the plate.
I smile and walk in the kitchen. I do the dishes and place everything in order, then decide to cook dinner so we'd just have to heat it up later.
When I walk back in the living room, I find him tapping his phone and he looks up at me.
"Already prepared dinner, so you'll just heat it in the microwave" I inform him.
He sits up
"About that.. I got a call and they need me back"
"Oh,you're leaving already?"
I hide my enthusiasm. Yesss, .y prayers have been answered.
I honestly can't even spend another hour with this man.
The lord is good.
"Yea, it's an emergency"
"Uhm, I'll go upstairs and get your bags then" I turn and grin widely so he doesn't see me.
**
After everything is loaded in the car, I turn and say "That's all of it, I guess"
Dan, Does a double check and nods.
"How long will you be gone?"
"Miss me already?" He smirks.
I give a small laugh to avoid answering that, Ofcourse I don't, I would't miss you even when you were kidnapped by enemy countries and taken as bait to keep our country safe.
Actually I would sit back each night knowing you're kept hostage by the cruelest people on earth.
"3 weeks" taking his phone out
"I better get going or I'll miss my flight"
"Okay, let me not keep you waiting"
He leans in and kisses my forehead which makes me freeze.
"I love you" I study his gaze and remind myself 'I've lost him'
"I love you too" I lie, He gives a tight smile and gets in the car and drives off.
2 hours ago, when he was eating his macaroni, I wished I snatched his fork and thrust it into his eye
But after he said 'I love you' to me, that changed, I didn't wish I'd drive that fork in his chest anymore.
I wish I'd drive it right through his balls.
If he's allowed to be a psychopath,
So am I.
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Once In A Blue Moon
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