~An Emison Story~ Second Chances

Promises were made to be broken

"Fuck..." Em groans, holding her head with her left hand and squinting her eyes in discomfort. She attempted to sit up but it's all way too much for her and she falls back on the bed, with a loud groan. She then brings one of the pillow that decorate the bed to her face in an attempt to stop the throbbing.

She must have a pounding headache and you can tell she's hangover with the small whimpers she's making. She's been asleep all morning and me, like a dummy, I've just been sitting here on the chair in the guest room. Watching her as she sleeps. Waiting for her to wake up, while drinking my morning coffee. Lost in my thoughts.

"Morning." My wife says groaning into the pillow that is now covering her face, knowing that I'm in the room. I can't help but sigh and walk over to her. Sitting on the side of the bed and watching her in her discomfort. When I don't answer her, she takes the pillow away from her face and looks at me. I can see the regret in her eyes but it's not going to be that easy. "I'm sorry baby girl." I can see the remorse in her eyes and I believe her. I can't help but look up at the ceiling trying my best to hold in my tears. I gently shake my head 'no', just too upset to give her any other type of response. "Ali... please talk to me babe."

"Now you want to talk?" I can't help but choke out sarcastically, as my eyes betrays me and a tear slips out. I wipe it away upset and nervous. It's not often that I'm upset with my girl.

"You have every right to be mad." She says well closing her eyes again just in too much pain to talk. I can't help but feel bad for her. I look at her and hand her the cup of coffee I've been drinking out of then I get up leaving her in the guest room. I walk down the hall to our master bathroom and get her some pain relievers. As I make my way back into the guest room I can see she's surprised. Not expecting me to return.

"Here, take these." I hand her the pills and she washes them down with my coffee. I take my seat again next to her again. Both of us just trying to judge the mood. I try to look at her in the eyes but she keeps diverting them. I hate when she does that. She only does that when she's lying to me or ashamed of what she's done.

"Where were you last night?" I try again to look her in the eyes

"My parents." She looks down and starts to play with the comforter.

"Don't play dumb with me Emily. You know I mean afterwards. I knew you were at your parents." I bring my hand to her chin and force her to look at me.

"I went to the bar on Main Street." She answers knowing she's in trouble, still not keeping eye contact with me.

"Why?" I ask her still pissed off.

"Because I was upset and I didn't want to talk."

"You didn't want to talk to me? Your wife." I tighten my jaw and I can feel my heart racing as I start to get angrier. "So you can't answer your phone for any of us? You can't call me? Or send a fuckin' text, to tell me you're safe?"

"I was just upset Ali." She looks down at the cup of coffee she's holding.

"No Emily that isn't a good enough answer." I stand up, ready to storm out.

"What do you want me to say?" She says just as upset as me.

"I want to know what happened. When I called your mother back, after you wouldn't answer your PHONE and I heard you slam the door of their house." I stare at her sharply for good measure, to make sure she understood that I'm not playing. "She told me that you and your dad got into a big fight. That both of you said awful things. She was crying so much that she couldn't even talk. All she kept saying was to stay home. To wait for you... That if anything happened to me that you'd never forgive her. So I listened. Waiting in that damn kitchen, going out of my mind. Thinking something might have happened to you!" I can't help but raise my voice at the end.