Ross Lynch Imagines

You Cheat On Him; Part Two

You paced back and forth, clutching your cellphone close to your chest. It has been over almost ten hours since Ross bursted out of the house without a single word after you confessed everything. It was nearing ten 'o' clock at night, and you had put your daughter to bed three hours ago. It was beginning to storm badly outside, and you were growing very worried and nervous.

Ross took off his wedding ring, and dropped it. That can't be good, and you had an awful feeling in your stomach. You loved Ross so very much, and you can not believe you were so thoughtless for getting drunk last night. You dreaded everything you had done, and you knew you couldn't take it back. You would do anything to earn back Ross's trust and get his forgiveness—which you knew would take a lot of hard work. But you deserved it, after all. All actions have consequences, you just hoped this consequence would not involve a divorce...

You began to panic, only imagining the depression you may face if Ross decides he wants to end this marriage. What if he already has made up his mind? He did toss his wedding ring, the major signification of your official engagement in law of your love... How could you live with yourself? You head was spinning, your stomach churned, and every inch of your body ached. You were not only worried about your marriage—but also Ross's state right now. You had been so selfish to only think of how you feel, and not Ross himself.

He's probably awfully sad and beside himself—all because of you. You caused this pain and chaos. You wondered where he took off. Possibly his parents, a local bar, a hotel—a different state! Wherever he was, you hoped he was safe and not hurting as badly as you were feeling.

  You collapsed back on the couch, staring up at the pale ceilings. The storm roared loudly outside, much like the feeling in your heart. If it was your choice, you would send yourself right to boot camp right now to get your act together. You sinned so badly, and you have never felt so incredibly sick.

You phone vibrated in your hands, and you were quick to jolt and unlock your phone. You were hoping it was Ross, to at least reply to your several text messages and phone calls—just to let you know he was okay—but it wasn't.

Mom- Hey honey, how's it going in California? How's Ross and my favorite granddaughter? :)

You felt tears beg to escape your eyes, just thinking of everything that has happened. Nothing was fine, your marriage is at stake, the whereabouts of Ross and how he feels is unknown—and you feel like shit. Will that satisfy her question?

  You shut off your phone completely, knowing that having it on would only taunt you more. You sprawled your body out on the sofa, deciding to shut your eyes for a bit as you wait up for Ross (if he comes back). You hoped that sleep would distract your mind from the hell you were living right now.

Only if...

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The sound of jingling on the handle of the front door awakened you from your restless slumber, you bloodshot eyes shooting open. You were about to sit up, when the front door creaked open, so you quickly ducked down. You watched Ross from the side of the couch, making sure you were out of sight.

He tiptoed inside the house, shutting and securely locking the front door behind him. He dropped his car keys on the table on the way in, kicking off his shoes and walked into the kitchen. You could hear him opening the fridge, rummaging through the items that collected on the shelves until he found what he wanted. From what you could gather so far, Ross seemed sober. Maybe he went to a bar to cope with his grief, but only had one beer—but why would he be gone for more than twelve hours to only have one beer? He must have went somewhere else...

But aside from that, you were shocked he came back home within under twenty four hours. You wanted to think he came back for you—but then you remembered you two had a sleeping baby girl upstairs. He would obviously come back for his daughter, not his cheating wife.