Till Death Do Us Apart (Sequel to Forever Yours)

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

“Hello?” Greyson called out. “Anybody home?”

Greyson closed the door and put his bag down on the marble floor. The house seems empty. His voice echoed in the empty hall way. There was an eerie feeling surrounding the house.

It was six in the evening. Greyson never came home this early, but he wanted to make up with Danielle for canceling their dinner plan last night.

Where is Danielle? Greyson wondered. Is she still mad at me?

Greyson went upstairs to his room. The room was empty. Greyson frowned. Where is everyone in this household? Have they all run away?

That wouldn’t be good. Greyson worried. It seems like the thing Danielle would do. Run away, bringing Ronan with her. And Nanny Beth.

Greyson started to panic. Quickly, he ran to Ronan's room which is just across his. The doors were closed, opened only a crack.

He pushed open the doors slowly, and saw Danielle sleeping next to Ronan, who seem to be sick, with his blanket coving his body up to his face, and a wet hankie on his forehead. Greyson breathed out, relieved.

He stepped into the room. Nanny Beth wasn’t there in the room with Danielle and Ronan.

Must be in the kitchen. Greyson thought.

He stepped closer to the bed. Danielle’s phone was in her outstretched hands. It was threatening to fall on the floor. Greyson pulled it slowly from her hand. Danielle didn't wake up. She just squirmed and continued sleeping.

Greyson looked at her phone, looking at what Danielle was surfing online. It was a divorcing agency. Greyson frowned. It couldn't be that bad, her anger towards him, until she would consider divorcing? Greyson never even thought about it, never even crossed his mind.

Greyson sat on the chair next to the bed. He checked the history on Danielle's phone. She was on the news page before, reading about Barbie and her release from prison. Greyson frowned harder.

Why is she reading all this? Is there something bothering her? Why isn't she telling him anything?

Suddenly, Danielle woke up. She looked at Greyson, fiddling with her phone. She frowned.

“What are you doing with my phone?” Danielle asked angrily.

Greyson was shocked. “You-you’re awake?”

Danielle frowned. She took the phone from Greyson's hands and hid it underneath her pillow. She covered her ears with her pillow, trying to block out Greyson from her head.

“Look, Danielle, I'm really sorry ‘bout yesterday, I was-“

“Save it Chance.” Danielle said, shortly. “I don’t wanna hear you.”

“Danielle, I know you’re angry at me, and you have every right to be. But I am really, really, sorry, I didn't mean to cancel our dinner, it’s just that-“

“Just what Greyson? Just what?” Danielle took out her head from underneath her pillow, flipping out. ”You have work to do? Huh? Then why don’t you just marry your work? Just marry your fucking piano!”

“Danielle-“Greyson put a hand on Danielle's shoulders. She shrugged it off angrily.

“don’t Danielle me!” Danielle said, tears falling from her eyes. “Just, don’t say anything.” She started to cry silently, covering her face with her pillow.

Greyson started to get angry himself. “Look Danielle, I thought, after all these years together, you would be more understanding about me, about my situation, about my place. I'm not always there for you, always available for you. It’s not that I want to be like this. There are times when I really want to be at home but I really have to finish my work. People have expectations on me. I couldn't just run away from work! What would the media say? How would that affect on my career life? If I could, I would really want to spend time with Ronan and you, if I could I would just quit my work, if I could I would do that. But I can’t. And I expected you to understand that.”

Danielle wiped her tears. “What’s marriage if you couldn't be there for me when I need you? All I ask from you is a few hours every day, and a day off once every month. Is that too much? For a wife, for a son, is that too much to ask for? I never asked for more Greyson. I respect your work. I always give in whenever you have to cancel our picnic day, or your day off, or whenever we plan to bring Ronan out. I never complain. But you are my husband, you are Ronan's father, and I don’t see you even try to spend time with us.”

 “You know what?” Greyson sighed. “I'm sorry. I'm a terrible dad. And a terrible husband. Maybe I'm not the one for you. Maybe, this marriage is just a mistake. You deserve better, Danielle, someone better than me. Someone who could be there 24/7 for you. ”

Danielle sat up. She hugged Greyson. “You are all I ever asked for Greyson. I just want you Grey, I want you. I want us, back when we have nothing to think off, back when you can sneak out of the studio, and we’ll spend hours under the stars, just lying there in the open. I want that Greyson, I don’t want nothing else. You're the best I can ask for. But I'm not getting that no more. All I get is frustration, and-and heartaches. I always have to give in for everyone. Give in; even though you are my husband, I have to give you to someone else. I just want you Grey, to hold you, to love you. I don’t want to be mad at you every single day, because I have so little hours to spend with you, and I don’t want that little precious time to be filled with useless fights like this.  ”

Greyson hugged Danielle back. “I want you too, Danielle. I love you, but it seems like I'm not showing that anymore. I promise you I will try to change.”

Danielle smiled. “I know you will.”