The Killers - Part 2

chapter 26

Tamarah POV

“Tamarah dear, have you seen my cuff lets?” I yelled down to her, my hair unkempt and my shirt undone, running around like a maniac looking for my cuff lets. Scavenging through draws, bits and bobs, looking all over for them but never being successful in finding them, wherever i looked there were not there. I went over to the dresser draw again and looked where i would generally put them. Watch, Tamarah’s necklaces and other knick knacks of the sort but not my cuff lets. I swear i am just about to rip my hair out, i went over to the mirror to look at my appearance... i need a shave, i thought brushing my hand against my chin, feeling bristles protruding on my skin, it was a horrible feeling. “no i haven’t dear” She said, i sat in the chair by the vanity and threw my head in my hands, the sun is setting and i have to be there soon. Me and the boys are going out tonight, another one of those various parties we have been invited to. She stood in the door way, catching her breathe as if she had just ran a marathon. I grabbed the shaving cream and began to lather my face with it. She gasped and ran off, what the hell have i done wrong now, all i was going to do is have a shave, yeah i may not be in the bathroom to do so, but to be honest i don’t have the time. She hobbled back into the room, a jug in one hand and a towel thrown over her arm, coming towards me. She wrapped the towel around my neck, making sure that when i did decide to shave it didn’t make a mess. She placed the jug on the edge of the vanity, i picked up the razor and began to shave my right cheek, not really giving a damn, just wanting to get it over and done with. “let me do that for you darling”

She said, moving forward in her attempt to grab the razor out of my hand, gently making sure i wouldn’t cut myself whilst she did so. But instead knocked over the jug of luke warm water all over the vanity, unaware of how big her stomach has gotten over the past month. She instantly stopped in her attempt to help me, i was finished now anway, she went over to a nearby draw to look for a towel. “god dammit i cant see anything past my stomach” She cursed aloud, obviously unable to find a towel in the drawer, i grabbed the one around my neck, wiped my face before cleaning up the spilt water. I fixed everthing up, placing the razor in the now upright jug, folding the towel up before placing it beside everything else. "Ooh, a bit chubby here, are we?" I said jokingly, coming up behind her, wrapping my arms around her and her stomach, i felt her tense up, whats the matter with her. See a ghost, someone walk over her grave? She was like a stunned mullet, no longer moving, all i could here was her soft breathing. “im pregnant Freddie, what would you expect... something better, someone more beautiful than me... i know im not perfect or anything, but im trying... do you think i asked for this... to be fat, sometimes i don’t even know why i deserve to live, i don’t even deserve to have this child...” She said, swatting my hands away from her, reluctantly i released her and backed off. She had never emotionally lost it like this, i was only joking anyway, its not like i was being in anyway serious, yeah she may be gaining a little, maybe alot, but that will never change my love for her, we already had the life, we loved each other more than anything, and this... this baby is only going to bring us closer. “here is your stupid cuff lets... Your welcome”

She spat before walking out the door, throwing the cuff lets at me. I am seriously going to be glad once this is all over and done with, she will be back to normal and not having these diva moments and always going off at me. Of course i ran after her, after trying to catch the cuff lets, i attempted putting them on whilst i walked on after her, she was going to cool down soon. “Tamarah dear...-“ I was cut off by a loud continuous thundering, as if she was running down the stairs, i didn’t take much notice till i heard sobbing. I leant over the railing looking for her in a corner of the room to find her crying, only to find her sprawled across the floor... shit. I hurtled down the stairs, missing every second step just to get to her quicker than what i would normally, wasting no time at all. I fell to the floor beside her, her hands clutching onto her stomach. No... nothing could be wrong, she couldn’t have of done damage, it is impossible. I didn’t know what to do, i couldn’t turn back time, i was useless, watching her suffer in pain, i reached out my hand and rested it on her stomach. “shhh itll be alright, its okay, im here, stop crying” I told her, whispering into her ear. The door suddenly opened, no one was planned to be here tonight, she was meant to be alone. everyone was out, i was leaving her here for the night, to rest and what not, she wasn’t in the mood to leave the house, and it wasn’t very exciting for her to sit there and be unable to do anything, but after her just falling down the stairs, i was reconsidering my plans, i want to make sure she is alright. “get away from her” A old but familiar voice yelled at me, it feels like forever since i had heard that voice yell at me to get away from Tamarah.