Being Married to Sal

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A few weeks later

We moved and nothing has happened at all. I liked this house. It was really open and huge. We still lived in Staten Island, but I promised Sal we would move to PA if he still wanted to. He said okay and I laughed. That's all he's says anymore. It's like he stopped talking to me and I didn't know why, but I was about to find out. "Sal?" "Yeah?" "Why are you hardly talking to me?" "I do talk to you. What am I doing right now?" "I mean other days." "Oh. Well...I don't even know. I guess I'm not used to having someone around. It's new to me." "We've seen each other every day."

"I mean here. Like living here. I've been alone for a year. It's new." I sighed and shook my head, "So are you just gonna ignore me?" "I don't plan on it." "Good," I smiled. He smiled back and kissed my neck. I grabbed his face and kissed him forcefully, but passionately. He took my hands and laid them on his chest. I ran them up to his hair and knotted my hands in it. I whispered his name in his ear and he shuddered. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you more," I grinned. He smirked and pushed me against the wall.

Me being smart, I grabbed his arm and turned it so I could get out of my little trap. I ran upstairs and hid underneath the bed and stayed quiet; trying not to laugh. I heard his footsteps come into the room and I kept my hand over my mouth. He knelt beside the bed and looked directly at me. I started laughing and he pulled me out, laying me on his lap, and tickling me. I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe. "S-stop," I laughed. He finally stopped and I caught my breath. "You okay now?" He chuckled. "Ya," I giggled. He looked at me with dark eyes and laid me on the bed.

Next week

I woke up feeling really sick. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. Sal wasn't here so I couldn't have him help me. I think he said he was going to Joe's house in Long Island. I laid against the tub and snapped my eyes open. Last week.... No no no no. It can't be possible. I can't be. Are we really going to be parents? Tears left my eyes because he said he didn't want kids. More like he glared at me and was saying threats, but I took it as something not serious. What am I going to do? I sunk my head into my knees and wrapped my arms around my legs. I finally got up and went back to the bed. I closed my eyes and wish I haven't.

"Do you plan on having a child in this house?" I asked. "No," he growled, "and if there is, you won't be innocent anymore." I laughed and he didn't say anything. Sal could never hurt me. At least I don't think. He better not or I'll be gone. I'll be somewhere he can't find me. I mean what's his deal with having just one? It couldn't be that bad. I left the table and was about to walk upstairs when he slapped me. "What the hell?" "Don't bring this conversation up again." I yanked out of his grip, ran upstairs, locked the door, and climbed out the window.

I woke up breathing heavily. I was never slapped and I knew he wouldn't. He wasn't that kind of person. Was he? I don't even know, but what I do know is that I can't tell him this secret. We never kept secrets from each other, but I couldn't risk the life of our child. If he does anything I'll leave though. That's something that won't change. I just laid here for what seemed like forever when Sal walked into the room. "Hi. How are you?" Pregnant. "Sick."

He sat next to me and felt my head. "Aww, baby. Do you want me to stay home tomorrow?" "No, I'll be okay." "Are you sure?" "Positive." "Okay. Do you need anything?" "Not at the moment." "Well call me if you need anything. I'll be in the living room." "Okay." He kissed me on the forehead and left. I decided I should get in the shower so I walked to the bathroom and got in. I was sitting for awhile because it so warm but noticed it's been a long time, so I finally finished and got dressed in sweats.

I walked back to our room and climb into bed. I woke up to Sal shaking me. "What?" I groaned. "You need to eat. I'm sure you haven't eaten all day." "What time is it?" "10:00pm." I sighed and climbed out of bed. We walked downstairs and I sat at the table. Sal put a plate of food in front of me and kissed me. He then walked into the living room and I heard him sit back down. I finished eating and walked upstairs quietly. I climbed into bed and fell asleep.

Next day

I woke up and heard Sal in the living room with Q and Joe. I wanted to tell him so bad about this child, but he would hate me to death. Tears ran down my face and I put my head in my pillow. I heard the door open and footsteps walk over to me. It sounded like Sal, but I wasn't sure if it was. "Hey, beautiful." Sal. I looked at him and concern crossed his face, "What's wrong?" I shook my head. "Please tell me." "I can't. You'll be mad at me." "I'll be mad if you don't tell me." "But you said not to bring it up again."

His eyes narrowed and glared, "And why are you doing it?" "You asked what's wrong. Do you want me to tell you?" I asked then rethought, "You know what, never mind." I got up and walked downstairs. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked grabbing my arm. "Kerri's." "You're not going anywhere." "Let me go, Sal." "No." I yanked away and he slapped me. My own husband who I loved. Tears came into my eyes and I quickly took off the ring and slammed the front door.

I ran across the street and knocked on Kerri's door. She answered and I slid past her. "What's up? Why is there a red mark on your face?" My tears fell and I hugged Kerri tightly. "What happened?" "Sal." "What did he do?" "He slapped me because I wouldn't tell him what was wrong and I was coming over here." "I'm gonna kill him!" I looked out the window and saw him coming over. Kerri noticed and went out the door. I slid down the wall and could hear everything because the window was opened.

"WHAT THE HELL, SAL?! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT HER NOT HIT HER! I THOUGHT YOU WERE HER HUSBAND! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED HER!" I couldn't hear what he said because he was talking in a whisper voice. "WHO FUCKING CARES?! THAT'S YOUR WIFE!" She walked back in and grabbed me by the arm. "What are you doing?" "Go out the back door. We are going to the airport." I ran out the door and we ran to her car. She stepped on the gas and sped down the road. "Where are we going?" "Pennsylvania." "You can't separate us." "Why not?"

I looked down and didn't answer. "Why?" "Because I don't want our kid to grow up without its father." "Wait what?" "Kerri, we're going to be parents." "You're kidding?!" "No, I'm not." "Oh my god! And this is why Sal slapped you?" "Well yeah and not telling him, but I just found out yesterday." "I knew he would do something like this." "What?" "About a year ago he talked about how he didn't want kids and yeah...." I sighed and looked out the window.

Instead of going to the airport we drove until we got to the other side of Ohio. We finally stopped and we were in front of a house. "Kerri?" "My friend lives here. She'll drive us to Chicago." "Chicago, Illinois?" "No Detroit, Chicago," she said sarcastically. I sighed, but remember there was Lindsay. She didn't know...unless she saw Sal's tweet. "When are we leaving?" "In like 5 minutes." I groaned and banged my head against the dashboard. "You're impatient." "I have an excuse." "Bitch you aren't even showing." I sighed again and laid my head against the window.

10 hours later....(close if not accurate. Too lazy to look it up)

I woke up and saw we were in Chicago. So close to Lindsay. I gave Kerri's friend her address and she looked at me. "Just go there. I need to see someone." She nodded and sped through the city. I saw the Sears Tower, The Bean, and sadly I saw the Trump Tower. We pulled onto a road and I saw Lindsay's house. She was laying in the grass with her face in the ground. I got out and slammed the door.

She didn't look up. I walked to her and whispered in her ear, "Ricky's choking me." Her head shot up and she bang it against mine. I groaned and rubbed my head. "HALEY!" "Lindsay!" "Sarah!" I turned my head and saw Sarah walk out of the house. I ran to her and hugged her. One Day was real. (One Day is something we say)