Thorn

Decisions, decisions

The entire way back home she did not say a word to him. Not in the airport, not in the plane, the car, she stayed mute the entire time. She started to act different she was not as energetic, she would not eat, or sleep. She would work overtime just to stay away from home and when she was in her home office she would be staring at old childhood photos. The kids would try to comfort her, but it was no use. She would simply tell them
"I'm fine," and then walk away.
Michael kept apologizing, but she woudn't forgive him. Everything just turned gloomy. If Constance was not in her office then she would spend her time by the tree that was probably half a mile away from the house. That way she felt alone, and safe. She worried for the kids, not Jane, but Kyle and Tate.
"What did you do to her?" Jane asked Michael once. He shook his head quietly and walked out the house.
One cloudy afternoon Tate was looking around for Constance. He checked outside, she checked the bedroom, the living room, the kitchen, everywhere. She was nowhere to be found. He tried looking outside to see if she was with the flowers, he even checked her office and no one was allowed in there. Then finally the bathroom. Tate had found her. Cuts, lacerations were all over her body, she even opened her previous scars, blood was just everywhere, on the sink, the counter, the floor, the tub. It was just everywhere. This dark red liquid painted the majority of the bathroom. She was found unconscious lying in the bathtub. Her body was just covered in a pool of blood.
"Daddy!" Tate yelled, running around the house looking for his father, tears streamed down his cheeks like a waterfall. Michael was downstairs in the basement, he was putting his mask and suit away in his metal box. He stared at the mask as if he was looking back at himself, He did not hear Tate until he came downstairs. Michael quickly put his things away as Tate ran to him. Michael picked him up and held him in his arms as he carried him upstairs. He wiped his son's tears.
"What is it? Why are you crying?" He asked, worried as he wiped Tate's tears.
"Mommy."
"Mommy? What about Mommy?"
"She's hurt."
"Hurt?" He asked, confused. "Take me to her." He said, setting Tate down, following behind. Tate led him to the upstairs bathroom.
"Mommy isn't moving." Tate said, pointing at the bathtub. Michael kept his eyes on the bathtub. Tate tried to enter, but Michael held Tate back, his hand placed on his shoulder, he shook his head.
"No, Tate go...go to your brother. Go play with your brother, or watch TV." He said. Tate did as told as Michael slowly entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He fell to his knees before he got into the tub himself and held her. He knew there was nothing he could do to save her, all he could do was cry. Michael held her in his arms for hours. He would not leave her.
Jane had unlocked the door and entered after what Tate told her. She's never seen someone so upset, so devoted to the person they loved to the point where they wouldn't leave their lover's dead body. Michael looked to her.
He fell to the ground and rubbed his forehead.
"So much for making choices..." He said sniffling, wiping his eyes. He crumbled up the note and threw it across the room.