Is This The End?

CH.22 The Talk.

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{Tdog's POV}

After the talk I had with Angela, I was up late last night thinking about what she had said. I was devastated but shocked. Nobody, not even my worst enemy, deserved to see or go through it. Then I had thought about her drug past that she had mentioned. It made me question if she had the problem before or after Victor's death. I had decided to get out of bed, around eight, noticing my wife, doing our laundry, looking exhausted and pregnant as hell. She had been tossing and turning all night in her sleep. I did the best I could to make it comfortable for her, but pregnancy is just uncomfortable in general.  

I had more questions for my wife, and I was hoping she'd answer them. After getting my coffee, I walked over to her, kissing her cheek, wrapping my arm around her. "Morning, beautiful." I say to her as she gave me a smile. "Morning honey." She replied, folding a dry and clean towel that was mine. "How'd ya sleep?" She asked me. 

I shrug my shoulders, sipping onto my coffee mug. "Alright, I guess. I was more worried about you last night." I reply, standing next to her, deciding to set my coffee on the nearby log so I can help her out. "Baby, I'm fine." She says with a chuckle. 'I just had a moment." 

I just nod my head, not wanting to argue with her. I knew she wasn't fine. What she told me last night, and the way she's been acting, wasn't okay. She's suffering inside, and she's building it up inside. "Baby, I have a question." I say, not really trying to ask her, but it would drive me crazy not knowing. 

She only looked at me for an answer. I sigh softly before asking. "Were you on drugs before Victor's death, or was it after?" She set down the towel that she folded, giving me a serious look. "Can you be a little louder??? Shhh." She said, looking around us, making sure nobody was around.  "And it was before. I just got a higher dose after his death." She whispered, continuing on with the folding.  

"How long were you on it before... he had passed?" I was very nervous to ask all these questions to her, but it seemed like she was willing to tell me anything I wanted to know, which made me feel really glad that she trusted me this much. 

I watch Angela take a deep sigh as she continues on with folding and hanging up wet clothes to dry so she can fold later. "A year or two." She shrugged. "I thought we were done with this conversation??" She asked me, grabbing her water bottle, taking a drink out of it.

"Yeah, I know, kitty, but I thought of what you had mentioned, and then more questions just flowed through my head last night." I say, folding up one of her pants, setting it on the clean pile of folded clothes.  She nodded her head. She seemed very hesitant. "When was the last time you actually touched the stuff???"  I ask her as I finally sit down to start chopping wood soon for our fire. 

She sits down next to me, holding her water bottle with both hands. "If I'm being honest, babe. I think it was right after Elijah threatened to divorce me when he caught me doing it, when I was..." She was silent, thinking for a minute or two. "Twenty, maybe twenty-one." 

"And how old were you when you and Elijah got married?" I ask her, rubbing her stomach to feel my baby. I didn't care if that baby came out looking like Shane. This was my wife, my child, my entire reason for staying alive. I loved Ang, I'd never hurt her or give her a reason to not stay married to me.