Revenge...

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~ Mackenzie's POV ~

I lay in the uncomfortable hospital bed, Michael next to me with his head in his hands as I heard him crying. I went to put my hand on my stomach which was flat and knew what happened.

Doctors came in and out checking me and when we finally got home we just held each other and cried. I guess the death of our unborn baby got to Michael because he just kept drinking and drinking. I sat on the sofa as Michael smashed a lamp making me jump and I looked up as he grabbed his coat and went to leave.

"Michael..."

"I'm going to get revenge for what he did" he snarled and soon he was out of the house. My eyes widdened and I looked down as I rubbed my arms and went into the kitchen to make dinner.

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I was sat in bed reading a book, it was 12.00 when I got a phone call from the police.

"Hello?"

"Mrs Johns?"

"Yes?"

"We have your husband down at the station, he has a few bruisings but no broken bones. Him and Mr. Smith got into a fight, I guess your husband was drunk..." I nodded.

"I'll come get him" I told them.

The phone hung up and I sighed before getting dressed and drove up to the police station. I climbed out the car and walked up the stairs to the stations door, my heart pounding as I pushed the doors open and followed one of the policeman's. He lead me into one of the rooms where Michael sat with his head on a table and a police man on the other side of him.

I starred at my husband as he lifted his head and saw me, I guess he was sobering up because he burst into tears right in front of me. I looked down as they unlocked his handcuffs and I soon felt his arms around me but I couldn't hug him back. I closed my eyes and sighed.

"Let's go home..." I told him and he nodded before left the station and got into the car. I drove us home and we climbed out.

"Hun I'm so sorry" he pleaded but I shook my head and entered the room.

"You're sleeping on the coach." Was all I said before going to our room and cried my eyes out, crying myself to sleep.

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