BLOODSUCKER

dix sept

Maeve was unable to sleep, many thoughts raced around her mind. The sun began to creep through the blinds in there bedroom signalling to her it was a decent time to get up. She tried to remove herself from the room as quickly and quietly as possible as the last thing she wanted was for Charles to start prodding her with more questions.

She sat at the table staring into her mug of coffee with little bit of sleep still stuck in her eyes despite not getting much of a rest. The coffee had now gone cold as she thought long and hard about her husband's actions. How one moments he hated her guts and just wanted to see her suffer but then in his next breaths he swore he would change for Maeve and put his past behind him. But thing is about Charles, he can't leave things in the past, it tend to just follow around him like a bad smell. Maeve felt stupid to think they could have a chance at a proper marriage, something was also bound to go wrong.

All Maeve could think about right now was that Arthur had been right all along. He warned Maeve something was going on behind close doors and recently Charles had revealed just that. Arthur tried to tell her she was the cause of this but Maeve was too naive to open her mind to that possibility.

The toilet flushing from up the stairs brought Maeve back to reality. It was only a matter of time until Charles makes his way down the stairs to comfort his wife but she didn't need his comfort, she didn't need him.

She placed her mug into the dishwasher and opened the fridge to look for some food but the only thing in there was a light. God that took her back, the days where there was nothing but mould growing in the fridge and the stench of dirty dishes occupying the room. She shook her head to remove the memory and opened her eyes to see Charles standing in front of her.

'How did you sleep?' He asked placing his cup under the coffee machine. He knew she had barely slept because he could feel her tossing and turning all night, he was awake but he didn't know what else he could have said to Maeve.

'Like a baby.' She lied to him as she shut the fridge, the bad memories finally disappearing from her mind. She realised Charles looked very tired like he hadn't slept well either, he wore a sadden expression like he had anything to be upset about. 'What's up with you?'

'Nothing.' He responded back to his wife, he was worried about her, she seemed to be very calm with everything. Maeve walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him which took Charles by surprise as last night Maeve looked like she didn't want to breathe the same oxygen as him. But to Maeve she was just playing a game, how far could she take it until she takes it too far?

'Shall we go get some breakfast?' Maeve plastered a fake smile across her face in hopes Charles doesn't see through the gaps.

He doesn't thought because he is a man, a man that oblivious to the world in front of him. 'Sounds good to me.'

*~*~*~*~*

The cafe was quiet and surprisingly they managed to get a table outside. They placed there order and the sat there exchanging little words. Charles had grown shy of Maeve. He didn't want to say anything wrong because he wouldn't know if Maeve would erupt and breakdown. Maeve was just waiting for Charles to slip up.

'So.' Maeve broke the tension, people were looking over at them examining the strange situation. 'How did you find out about my dad?'

Charles looked into Maeve's crystal like eyes. His heart couldn't lie to her today but he knew he had too. 'Maman told me.' He shrugged his shoulders hoping Maeve would leave it there.

'How did she fine out?'

'Your mother called.' Charles sipped on his coffee, he hated the adrenaline he felt when he told his wife a lie.