Married Woman

Chapter Twenty

Killandra walked in her old home that she once shared, happily, with her once loving husband. As she was about to pass the kitchen going onto the stairs she noticed the dining  table set nicely with perfect dishes on each coaster.

"Just get her ready for bed." Brooklyn  said. Killandra brought her sleeping daughter upstairs to her room. Not because she was told to but because after today  she'd hope a good nap would make Milan forget how disgusting  her father acted infront of her.

She layed Milan on the bed gently. Milan stirred a bit but quickly went back still. Killandra  watched as her daughter chest rose and then slowly went back down.

Killandra went to the guest room of the house. She'd sleep there since he would be sleeping in their bed that they used to share, happily. She began taking her clothes off. After peeling off her socks she got together her night care routine products and her tooth brush. She was hungry so before anything she went downstairs  to make herself a snack before bed. She hoped he wasn't walking around somewhere but that thought fell when she walked into the kitchen to see his back turned to her, standing at the counter, sniffling. At first she just though he had a cold but when she listened closer she could tell that those weren't that type of sniffling  but the kind when your crying. Why could he be crying? She thought. Why? Is a good question considering he's a heartless asshole. Even though at this piont in her life she hated the man with a passion. The possible fact that he was crying right infront of her was new for her and it made her quite curious.

She cautiously walked towards  Brooklyn. She didn't want him to know she was there but he would know anyway. He could sense things and he did sense her behind him. That's why he turned around so suddenly alarmed, ready to kill. Which startled killandra. As usual. But to her surprise he doesn't strike her, instead  his look of anger turned into shock. As if he got caught. She guessed caught of crying, of actually showing signs that he is in fact a human and not the demon she known him to be.

He quickly wipped his cheek and stood up straight. "What?" He asked. It came out rude as usual but instead it didn't alarm killandra  as usual. "I was just getting ready for bed, I only came down here for snack. Are you alright?" He looked at her with hard eyes. "Im fine. Get your snack and get out of my face." He said and pushed passed her. Killandra didn't say anything back. She just continued to prepare her food.

As Brooklyn turned his attention to his wife preparing her food his phone vibrations interrupted him. He gruffly pulled out his phone and read the text messages that were sent one minute apart.

Tamia: listen, I have an appointment with my doctor. I want you to be there to support me and your baby and for the ultra sound.

Alexsa: I'm free later on tonight, how about you come over and keep me company. I'm feeling really lonely without you.xoxoxo

Brooklyn sighed and deleted the message that Tamia sent him but left the other one. The woman was a one night stand he had and had planned on spreading her legs again but he had no need to now that his love was home with him. Something didn't seem right though. Killandra was here but not here. They weren't like how they used to be and that made him feel sad, hurt and most of all guilty. It was his infidelities that caused they're  marriage to collapse.

He felt even more horrible when he realized  that the real reason for all of this was him being abusive and not even apologetic for it. But it wasn't his fault. He couldn't help to get so riled up when he realized his woman, the woman who took his breath away in college, the woman who made him feel like he would actually be happy years from then was slipping  away from him. All this because of some immigrant that thinks he's the emperor of all and can have anything or anyone at the snap of his fingers. Bronx was just the paper boy that never got paid to Brooklyn. He had no real impact on him and would never until now. His wife.

Killandra kept at her slow stirring in the pot of hot oats as she looked at some cook books. It was obvious  that her husband was starring at her, she could feel it like it was x-ray vision. She shrugged it off, although,  it did make her feel extremely uncomfortable. Mabe he was planning on hitting her she thought. But for what? She hadn't did anything. Had she? She did leave him for another man and also took his daughter from him too. But he couldn't be called a saint either, because it was him who caused the caos in their marriage. So she couldn't have done anything more wrong then he did.

Killandra  straightened  her posture more to indicate that she needed to be more strong and confident. She needed to stand up to her bully slash husband-- soon to be ex. The oats were finally thickened to a desired amount and we're ready to be put on a plate. The fact of him crying still wondering in her mind. She got her plate from the cabinet right above her head. A pretty glass plate from china.

She set it on the island and began pouring her desired amount. She made sure to leave some for her daughter for tomorrow morning. She got her sliver spoon and sat down at the island to eat. The kitchen was dead silent. So silent that the sound of silent was silent. You know that weird tone you hear when the room is completely speechless.

They acted as if one another was not in the room. The silence was heart breaking in a way because it shouldn't even be silence between them. They should be happy and discussing what each others work day was like, what plans they have for the weekend or family vacations they want to plan. Not this, it was never suspose to be like this. But it is what it is. Brooklyn shook his head in shame and walked out of the kitchen. He couldn't help but to let a few more tears fall when killandra didn't call after him.