Summer's Interlude

42 | Ex-Factor

Note: This chapter covers issues surrounding domestic violence and emotional abuse.

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OMNISCIENT POV

📍Manchester, Jamaica | Ingleside

A Few Days Later | Friday, October 21st

11 PM ⏰

Love, for Cyrus and Robyn, meant something completely different for them than it meant for the average person.

Their relationship was evidence of that very fact.

Robyn would often drone on about what she loved about Cyrus, it was always about how he made her feel, but never really about what she enjoyed about him.

She didn't know much about that these days.

If it wasn't about what he did for her, to her, she found it hard to gather the words to explain her feelings.

Who was he, if not her savior?

Cyrus on the other hand, felt a dull emptiness when he thought about Robyn, she'd drained him of any sense of affection he'd had for her.

In his eyes, she was erratic, unwilling to compromise, the living bane of his existence, she frightened him in ways he feared to even consider, Robyn was a complete and utter lost cause unable to be saved.

He'd done his time with her, now she'd be somebody else's nutcase, some unlucky man's burden.

At some point, earlier in the relationship, they probably both loved each other deeply, there was most likely something special there.

They understood that, and that's most likely why they pushed on over the years, holding on to the fragment of happy memories that kept them tied together.

For Robyn, it made no sense to her how Cyrus could even fathom being happy with anyone else but her.

For Cyrus, happiness, and Robyn were never to be placed in the same sentence together.

She was a placeholder for him, he knew that, and she did too. But for Robyn, sacrificing her well-being was never a problem, she'd ruin herself just to keep him.

It was like a snowball effect for these two, every argument building onto the destructive structure that would soon come tumbling down.

Nothing stood a chance, it would obliterate any and everything in its line of sight, and tonight was no exception.

"Yuh cyaa tek me yute gah Kingston, betta yuh just done dah argument already" Cyrus fumes, slamming the bedroom door shut.

They'd been arguing for at least an hour now, throwing out below-the-belt punchlines, fighting to see who'd come out of this one the most wounded.

Robyn grabs ahold of the knob of the bedroom, jiggling it as she tried to pry it open, in hopes to let herself into the room where he was hiding out.

"A neva yuh seh di arguing nuh good fi di baby?" she screams, banging on the wooden structure.

"Me decide fi just gih yuh space, suh yuh can do yuh ting wid whoever you want, while me just guh through di pregnancy"

Robyn wasn't sure if he'd support her leaving, but she wanted to test the waters and see how much he cared.

She'd reached the point where there was little to no guilt left in her subconscious for the lie she'd been stringing around for months.

It just wasn't possible, there was too much hurt there, taking up room.