All The Odds

Twenty-Nine

That relieved and gratified feeling you get on seeing the door of your house after an excruciatingly long and heart breaking day out? Well, Bella didn't get it upon seeing their apartment's door.

If anything, what she felt was grieve.

Memories, oh so sweet memories that would open the flood gate she'd managed to secure through her journey back to Metropolis laid beyond that door. There was no single corner of that house that wouldn't remind her of what she just lost, Iverson.

But she had no where to run and nothing to do but face her demons and deal with them until she gets her man back and she would do everything she can to get him back.
First thing first, she needed to sleep.

Truthfully, she didn't know how she came to stand in front the apartment, everything that happened after he left her at the train station was a blur. She was quite sure she slept the whole way to Metro and someone had woken her when they got to the last stop.

It was unlike her to sleep soundly at places that wasn't her bed, but she had been sleeping quite a lot lately, yet she didn't seem to be getting enough. She didn't mind though, it helped her escape the giant mess that her life has become for a little while.

Bella's heart dropped further into her empty stomach when the Camry packed outside the apartment registered in her mind, Daniel was home.

She stopped walking and again, as it had become frequent these past couple of days, bile rose to the forefront of her throat only to died down before she could retch.

Daniel was the only person that could truly understand her and maybe offer her some insights on her current situation. She didn't doubt that Claire must hate her guts after involving her in the stunt she pulled earlier and who knew where Jenna stood. Here was the thing, she didn't know how she was going to face Daniel either, she hadn't seen him since the blasted kiss and she had no idea where they stood.

She was alone in her own mess.

Putting one weak foot after the other, she approached the door and tentatively pushed it open. It was really dark inside, all the lights were off and the curtains drawn. She wondered if Daniel had gone back to Cynthia's without his car.

She reached for the closest switch and flipped it on, almost simultaneously flinching back with a loud startled gasp when she saw the shadow beside her.

"What the fúck, Daniel!" She exclaimed, placing a hand on her racing heart.

"I'm sorry?" He said like a question.

Bella eyed him in annoyance, the first emotion that she felt was truly justified and she could identify from the tons of feeling she'd had that day.

"How are you just standing creepily in the middle of the room with the lights off." She snapped at him but he only raised a brow at her, still unmoving from his position.

Bella hissed and began to walk around him when he caught her arm and forced her to back step.

"We need to talk." He told her coolly.

"Well, I'm not in the mood." She retorted, at least her anger was saving her from the awkwardness of the situation and the last thing she wanted to was talk about it.

She tried walking away again but he wasn't having it. He pulled her by the arm to the centre of their living room. "Sit." He commanded and Bella did as she was told.

It had been a drama filled day and she was exhausted, but the foreign dead expression on Daniel's face told her it didn't matter what she wanted, he was going to force her to deal with this now and it seemed the best godawful way to crown her disastrous day.