Preggers with a bang!

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Arriving to the house didn't bring me any kind of relief. I suppose I should have been thankful that for now I could stay here while I gathered my things but I was coming up short in terms of gratitude. 

As soon as I walked into the kitchen and living room I began throwing things on the floor, breaking anything that reminded me of him. I hated the tan couch he insisted we buy rather than the gray one I had originally picked, I smashed the picture frame of him graduating college and I stupidly holding onto him across the mantel, I threw a mug with his name engraved on it at the floor, and anything else I could get my hands on. Eventually I had to stop and crumpled to the ground not caring that bits of glass were biting into my feet and legs.

I could only rock back and forth crying out for a failed marriage, my first love, a family that would never be. Once the trembling had stopped, the tears had dried leaving my eyes incredibly swollen, I trudged to the shower turning on the water. I slipped my dress off and sat in the shower not caring that the water was cold. Red began to run with the clear water cleaning the cuts on my body. I felt the light stinging welcoming the pain after how today turned out.

I tried to dig through my memory and see where it had all gone wrong. My mind only kept replaying what Tucker had miserably explained earlier.

"Sophia and I had met in college and shortly after we began dating," Tucker was standing beside his lawyer.

"I didn't ask how you met, I asked why you decided to get a divorce," the judge repeated clearly tired of Tucker.

"My parents really liked her and thought that she made me better. Seeing as how we had feelings for each other and where we were at in our lives it only seemed appropriate that we get married. However, I feel as though the pressure from my parents rushed me into a marriage I wasn't fully ready for."

"What's the reason you decided to commit adultery?" the judge asked his steel eyes sizing Tucker.

"Your honor," Tucker's lawyer intercepted, "if I may?" He took a step from behind the desk and began to pace the room. "My client was clearly in an unhappy marriage and happened to find someone who he liked. This all happened organically."

"That's still no excuse to cheat on someone much less someone who was fully committed," Natalie argued back. She rose from the chair and pushed her ginger hair back impatiently. 

"Whether it happened organically or not I hope that Mr. Tucker is aware that adultery is greatly frowned upon. For now Tucker is to cease all communication with Ms.Sophia and for the time being will surrender their residence and to her. We will convene a few weeks from now to determine the division of assets and grant the divorce. Meeting is adjourned."

I didn't have it in me to stay so I grabbed Natalie's business card and bolted out of the room with the promise of contacting her when I had puled myself together. 

I put an end to the shower climbing into bed wanting to wallow in as much hatred and sadness as I could before I picked up the pieces the next day. With that I fell into fitful sleep one where blonde bimbos played the starring role. 

The next day I woke up to the sun stinging my eyes. I looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table telling me in large red numbers that it was ten in the morning. I lifted myself off the bed aware of how heavy my body felt. My feet and legs had tiny cuts here and there from the glass yesterday with one gash looking particularly gruesome on my hand. The gash on my hand was small but deep having bled on the bed sheets. 

I walked to the bathroom opening cabinets in search of some Neosporin to apply to my cuts. In the middle of running water over my hand I caught my reflection in the mirror. My hair was in tangles frizzed to the point of no return, my eyes looked empty and swollen. Anyone who saw me would be able to tell that I had cried myself to sleep. My complexion was pale no longer appearing golden brown. My naked reflection had looked better. 

I couldn't help think about Tucker but instead of feeling sorry for myself I felt an immense amount of hatred. Anger for what he was putting me through, angry that he had found someone else but still decided to play house with me, angry for getting me pregnant, just so much anger.  Anger that I knew wasn't healthy. 

I jerked my hand from the water and patted it dry with a paper towel before applying the ointment. I took my time knowing that I was in no rush.

Once I finished I headed to the closet to pull on some loose fitting jeans and a long sleeved tshirt. I bounded back to the bathroom and attempted to apply concealer to my face. Not being a big fan of make up I finished putting on foundation and left it at that.

I slipped on some Nike shoes before changing my mind and dragging myself to bed. I grabbed a hold of my phone and keys shutting the door firmly behind me intent on locking away the pain. 

I got in my car heading for the nearest cafe to satiate my hunger. Fifteen minutes later I rolled into a parking garage across from a family owned cafe. The cafe radiated warmth and a feeling of peace that I was sure not to find any longer in my house. A waitress greeted me and sat my in a booth.

"What could I get you started with?" she asked her southern drawl seeping into her question.

"I'll just have a water for right now," I ordered not looking forward to having much people interaction today. As she went behind the counter to get my water I perused the menu before deciding upon a stack of blueberry pancakes with two pieces of bacon.

When Ms. Sheryl came back again I was ready to order and left waiting. I pulled a tiny white card from my wallet flipping it over and over in my hand. 

It read Natalie Sanchez, attorney at the Hill firm, with her contact information printed neatly under her name.