Sparks Fly [Completed]

14. Home alone

It had been the worst day in history at work. Taylor didn't say a word after our fight. Only the really necessary things. That on top of my headaches was just to much. When I came home to find the house a mess but empty I cried my eyes out. I messed up everything! 

I was too tired and had to much headache to clean up Andrew's mess. I hoped he would clean up when he came home but the next morning it was just as bad. He was in a horrible mood when he came down suited up and suitcase in hand. 
"Honestly Em, couldn't you clean up a little even yesterday. It's not like you have a tough job during the day" He growled at me getting coffee in his travel mug. 
"I had a headache Drew. I will do it today don't worry" I sighed. He made me jump slapping his hand on the kitchen counter hard. 
"Watch that damn attitude Emily!" He barked. 
"You know, Seth was talking to me yesterday telling me he is worried about you. Saying you hurt yourself and shouldn't be at work. You were perfectly fine to go to work" 
I bit my lip "I never talked to him" I muttered "And I did work didn't I?" 
"Yeah but Taylor was winning about you apparently. Saying you were to sick to work. Seriously you should choose your friends a little better. I am fed up with this. It's not my fault you are winning about headaches. It was your own damn fault wasn't it?" He looked at me almost challenging me to disagree with him. I nodded slowly. "I... I am fine I am sorry she did that Drew. I will tell her okay" I stammered terrified of him hitting me again. 
A small part of me yelled to me that this was wrong. I wasn't supposed to be this scared of my husband. This was so wrong And at the same time I felt somewhat like I deserved it. And what could I do. I had nowhere to go. It wasn't like I could go to Taylor. Her parrents were already struggling to keep the shop running. And my old friend... No. Seth crossed my mind. But no... He was Andrew's friend. I shouldn't even think about him. 

"You better will tell her Emily. If this keeps going you will have to quit that stupid job. I will not have people telling me I should take better care of my damn wife. You have everything you want and more." Andrew continued fuming at me. I shriveled under his angry looks and nodded looking at the ground. 

"You only get what's coming to you." He concludes his story. Again I nod. He comes closes and before I can back up he grabs my chin making me look up at him. 
"And don't you dare tell anybody what happened. You know you deserved it! Dare to tell a soul and trust me what will come will be even worse!" 
I managed to nod again and he smiled contently. "Good, no bye. I expect this all to be clean when I come home Monday afternoon!" He kissed my forehead and left me all by myself. 

I didn't move a muscle. He scared the hell out of me and that part of me telling me, no yelling this was wrong started screaming louder. I just didn't know where to go. 
I slowly walked back to the couch forgetting my coffee or breakfast and curled up in a ball. I don't know how long I sat there. Something pulled me out of my trance. It was the doorbell and I got up. 
It was Seth. I raised my eyebrows. 
"Since when do you use a doorbell" I muttered. He didn't respond he just stepped in and gave me a hug. 

5 minutes later I was sitting on the couch with a mug with coffee in my hands. He sat next to me looking extremely guilty. 
"I never wanted to start a fight between you and Taylor" He whispered softly. 
"I was worried, she is too... I mean... come on Emily. Something is wrong anybody can tell" 
I bit my lip staring at the wall. I wanted to say it but Andrew's last threat stopped me. 

"How is your arm?" He asked reaching out to it. I was wearing a wide sweater and it showed just the edge of the bruise Andrew caused. I was done fighting him on this one and put my mug on the table to show him. 
"It's fine. It's not broken just bruised" I muttered rolling up my sleeve. I tried my best to ignore the anger in his eyes. I didn't have to tell him. He knew Andrew did this. 
What he did next kind of surprised me. He pulled my arm toward him carefully and kissed the bruise gently. 
I swallowed. I think I knew what would come next and this time I somehow decided not to fight it. So when he moved his hand to my neck and moved closer I didn't stop him. I even moved closer myself. I shivered a little when our lips touched making him hesitate. 
"Emily... If you want me to leave please say it now" He whispered hoarsely. 
I shook my head. "No" I whispered in return knowing I was making a mistake... or well maybe I didn't. For some reason it felt good to be with him. It felt amazing the way he kissed and touched me. 
"I want you to stay" I whispered.