𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚...

2 | 𝐀𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

"Zikeal! I don't understand why we're even arguing about this. What's so wrong with trying to be a little more understanding?" I say putting my hands harshly on the kitchen aisle.

     "Adora, I've been understanding. I've done what you've asked, you're being self-centered right now and it's not a good time to be arguing. I have work!" He says grabbing his keys from the hook at the front door and unlocking the door.

    "You always do this! you always leave mid-argument. This is tiering Zikeal, I'm tired of having to say things over again. You keep coming home late, you never take me out on dates, and I don't even remember the last time you took me to dinner?" I shout.

I was right, It had been ages since he'd taken me out to dinner or any type of date. He's always working or busy.

"I WORK FOR US ADORA, I stay late because of the extra hours I asked for two months ago, not to mention Im helping you find your father's killer. Look I'm going to be late, I don't have time for this right now," he says opening the front door.

He was right, his point made me feel stupid, he was helping me find my father's killer, and he's been a big help. We've taken dark roads to get where we are. But Im no fool.

I softly chuckled at his response, he's kidding, right? He can't be leaving right now like this..."Yeah? The extra hours, coming back home have a sweet scent on you almost like perfume. Coming home another night smelling like liquor. JUST ADMIT YOU'RE CHEATING ZIKEAL!"

He scoffed at me, he began to pace around the room, looking like he was going to explode or something. My brows narrowed at him and his actions.

"ADORA I AM NOT PUTTING UP WITH THIS RIGHT NOW." He says loudly slamming the door and leaving for work.

A mess, a mess is what I feel like. Rage and frustration melted over my body. I wanted to slap him, I wanted to rip everything apart and cry.

I loudly grunt with tears forming in my eyes I  run into the kitchen where I had plates set up for dinner.

I grunted loudly using my left arm to push every single plate onto the floor. The sound of glass shattering gave me peace, but now I have a mess to clean up.

I small tear fell down my face, I know you should never do anything when you are upset because that's considered a rash decision but In this case, I've been pushed to the edge.

I walked upstairs to my room scanning every spot, I gathered my belongings. I knew I had to leave.  

"I can't be with him, but he knows too much, and I still feel as If I love him," I say whilst staring at my closet door.

I got up to open the door, I quickly grabbed a few suitcases I used to move from my mom's house. 

I wipe my tears and I grab an arm full of my clothes stuffing them into my suitcase. Should I do this? I can't leave him, my heart feels tied around him. 

I left my stuffed suitcase in the closet and I lay down thinking about what I should do, I had no idea what to do with my life, I felt no purpose if I wasn't looking for my father's killer. Now slowly drifting off to sleep.

  5 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 

I slowly wake up to the front door being opened, shit. Was it Zikeal? he'll kill me if he sees the mess in the kitchen. 

I put on my silk brown robe and I walk into the living room, there stands Zikeal, but quiet. Did he not see the mess in front of him?

A musty scent intoxicated my nose, something strong, and plan must. He began stumbling around trying to make his way over to me.

"Hey baby." he slowly walks over to me to kiss me.

I leaned my head in the opposite direction, of course... He's drunk, I stand there reaching out for him knowing I couldn't just leave him like this.

I wanted to but my heart didn't let me. I took him to the bedroom and gave him the bottle of water that was on the nightstand. 

I picked It up and placed It on his lips, he refused to drink It. Why do drunks hate drinking water? I have to put up a fight just to get him to drink It!

Finally, after getting him to drink a couple of sips I placed the cap back onto the bottle and placed It on the stand.

Laying him down I took off his shirt and placed It In the basket. My eyes scanned him, my I found myself looking at his neck. 

Are those hickeys? My eyes narrowed, and my heart almost skipped a beat. I saw a red mark on his neck. 

I scoffed and looked away, It was clear he didn't have any affection towards me, not even after what we'd been through.

I have to leave.

I went downstairs because I didn't even want to sleep In the same room as him. After hours of scrolling on houses near me that I could rent I found the perfect one. It's been on sale for a while now.

Im surprised no buyers wanted to buy it, I messaged the lister. A few minutes passed by and they responded.

Lister: Thank you for the request, I just looked at your paperwork. I'll sell It to you.

Me: Thank you so much!

Lister: I'll have your work and accepting notes submitted Into the system tomorrow, see you soon!

My heart was already beating, this was the actual definition of rash decisions. I turned off my phone and shifted Into a different position on the couch. I hope this goes fine.

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴀʀ☺️