Megan
I was woken up, by small hands nudging me franctically.
'Mmm?' I mumbled, rolling over,
'Mummy mummy I got a tiara!' Scar screeched, as I opened my eyes, rubbing them slowly.
'Ahw how was it sweetie?' I smile, pulling her into the bed with me,
'It was good, Daddy's friend came with us,' she smiled, playing with the tiara in her hands
'Oh who?' I said, scanning the room for George but all I could here was the shower running, oh he's in there.
'A lady called L-L..erm,' she stuttered,
'Lindsay?' I asked firmly.
'Yeh her,' Scar said, ' but don't tell Daddy I told you, because he told me if I kept it a secret, then I could have this tiara. Lindsay also told me I should start calling her mummy,'
'Did, erm, Lindsay and Dad do anything?' I asked, afraid of the answer,
'No, well they were holding hands for a bit, or Daddy's hand was on her bottom, but not really... we tried on dresses!' Scar smiled,
'Oh how was that?' I said, trying to smile whilst wiping off my tears.
'It was weally fun, Daddy liked it when Lindsay wore a small dress, he was smiling and biting his lip,' Scar smiled, ' I like it when Daddy's happy,'
That was it.
That was enough.
I jumped out of the bed, despite my illness, and started to put all my belongings into a bag.
'Mummy what are you doing?' Scar whimpered,
'I'm going over to Grandma's for a bit,' I sighed, wiping away tears.
'Oh ok, don't tell Daddy I told you though ok Mummy,' Scar smiled, she was so innocent.
'Ok sweetie,' I sniffed,
'Megan where are you going?' a husky voice said, I turned around to see George stood there, with a towel around his glistening waist.
'Away from you,' I said, looking into his eyes, mine full of hurt,
'Why Megan? What have I done now?!' George asked,
''Oh yeah, nothing's happening with Lindsay, just friendly texts that's all'' I mimicked, quoting him,
'What?' he asked,
'Scar told me George, that you invited Lindsay to go to the Disney Store with you,' I snapped, ' and she told me lots more than that,'
'Megan she just came as a friend,' George sighed,
'Then why was your hand on her bum? Why did she tell Scar to call her Mummy? Why were you biting your lip when she was in a tight dress?' I snapped,
'I'm sorry Megan,' George sighed,
'If this was about sex George, you could of just told me, and I would of been more than happy, instead of you doing it with someone else,' I snapped, zipping up the bag,
'Bye George,' I sighed,
'Bye Scar,' I whispered, kneeling down infront of her,
'Mummy don't go,' she whimepred, almost like silent tears,
'I have to ok? Just for a bit. I need a little break, Daddy will take care of you,' I whispered, kissing her forehead, and standing up,
'Megan please don't go, I'm sorry ok, I'm a dick, just please don't leave, for Scar's sake!' George pleaded,
'I'm sorry too, I'm sorry I'm obviously not good enough for you,' I sighed, walking out of the room.
Nothing was perfect.
Maybe this was it.
Maybe this was goodbye.
COTE GUYS! PEACE OUT. LOVE YOU, NADINE X
