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KITTY SAT ON THE EDGE of her and Ben's double bed. Her eyes were bloodshot. Mascara had ran down her cheeks. Staining them black. Her bottom lip was quivering, but she couldn't cry. Not anymore. It felt like she had no more tears left in her eyes. Like all the tears she could ever produce were now expelled from her body.
Leaving her sitting there.
Emotionlessly looking at the wall on the opposite side of the room. A glass of whiskey in her hand. But it didn't touch her lips.
As if it took too much energy, that she didn't have, to bring it up to her lips.
Her heart felt like it had shattered in her chest when the doctor told her the news. A look of sympathy in her eyes that caused Kitty to feel sick to her stomach. Since she came out of the appointment she had practically been on autopilot. Going straight back home and sitting on the bed. Crying on hours for end. Glad that Ben wasn't home yet. Worrying what his reaction would be when he would find out.
Unfortunately for her, she didn't have too much time to try and compose herself before seeing her fiancé. Hearing the front door opening and his footsteps shuffling around the flat, his voice calling out her name. Although she hadn't answered him, it didn't take long until he found her.
He entered the bedroom, looking confused when he saw her sitting there. As stiff as a cardboard cutout. He was about to ask her what was wrong, especially when he saw the tear tracks down her face, exposing that something must have happened. But when he saw the bottle of whiskey sitting on the bedside cabinet and the glass of whiskey in her hand he saw red.
Rushing towards her, he yelled out her name multiple times. Kitty only snapped out from her mind when Ben slapped the glass of whiskey out of her hand. The glass landing on the carpet. The alcohol being soaked up by it instantly.
"Are you fucking stupid?" He yelled. His face red. She could see the veins in his neck and she was sure that if he was a cartoon he would have steam coming out of his ears by now, "You're pregnant! You shouldn't be drinking! What is wrong with you!"
"Ben..."
"No!" He shook his head. He moved away from her to grab the bottle from the beside cabinet, "You're so fucking stupid, Katie! I can't believe this!" Ben continued yelling. His anger radiating off of him and almost causing Kitty to feel suffocated.
She flinched, raising her arms up above her head when Ben suddenly threw the whiskey bottle at the wall. It made a loud bang as it smashed. Glass and alcohol falling all around the small bedroom. Kitty let out a quiet hiss when he felt some of the bits of glasses strike her exposed arms. Although the cuts weren't deep, they had already started to bleed.
"Ben! Stop!" She finally yelled. Her voice gravelly.
"Stop?" He asked, laughing almost manically. Pacing up and down the room,"You're pregnant and you're drinking alcohol and you're telling me to 'stop'?"
"I'm not!"
He stopped pacing.
His head turned to look at her.
"Wh-What?"
She let out a sigh. Her eyes casting down, "I...I had a miscarriage," She confessed in a small voice. Refusing to look at him. Worried about how he would react and feeling like this was somehow her fault.
"You're fucking joking, right?"
Kitty shook her head.
She let her eyes lift up slightly. Hoping to gauge Ben's reaction and what he was thinking at her sudden revelation. But she flinched as soon as her eyes landed on him due to him grabbing the lamp from the bedside cabinet and lobbing it at the wall. Inches away from where he has previous thrown the whiskey bottle at.
Kitty could feel her heart trying to rip itself out of her chest. Her body numb. Mind completely scattered.
She had never felt so scared by someone's actions before.
Especially Ben's actions.
Although he always had a temper, it had never gotten this bad.
"Ben..." She said in a small voice. Her whole body looked like she was trying to curl herself up in a tight ball. To hide away from him and the rage he was emitting.
Ben shook his head. His hands roughly grabbing at his roots, "No," He shook his head, "I don't wanna hear it," And with that, he turned around and stormed out of the bedroom.
Kitty watched his figure leaving. She wanted to go after him, but her legs were shaking so much she was scared that as soon as she tried to stand up, she would simply topple over. She jumped when she heard the front door slam shut. Indicating that he had completely left the apartment without another word. Leaving her completely alone.
Kitty looked at the mess on the carpet. Then at her shaky hands that were resting on her lap. She saw that blood covering her arms but didn't even both cleaning it up. Instead, she laid down on her side of the bed. Curling her body upwards. Trying to bring herself the comfort she realised she wasn't going to receive from her fiancé. She expected him to be sad at the news, but she had never – not even in her wildest dreams – expect the reaction she actually received.
Her shoulders began to shake as more tears finally escaped past her eyes. She could feel her pillow getting wetter by the seconds from them, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore. And so she just laid there.
