In Love With A Sociopath

Chapter 16

Mary's POV

Oh my god, where is it?!

I lift up the mattress and looking at all of the corners, hoping to be lucky and to finally find my credit card. I could have sworn it was in my purse last night.

But when I went to the grocery store today, it wasn't in my purse. Good thing I had cash to pay with or else that would have been a very mortifying and awkward situation.

Where could it have gone?

It's not like it can just get up and walk away.

Suddenly, I just want to break down and start crying. 

I know that won't help my case at all. But right now, I'm just so paranoid. Someone could completely rob me if they got ahold of my card.

The sound of the door closing is the only thing that's able to get my attention.

It's probably Kevin. I'm a little surprised that he's home; it's only 7 pm. 

I go out of our bedroom to see him. He walks over to the couch and sits down, putting his feet up on the table. 

"How was work?", I ask.

"Nothing new.", he replies.

"Okay?", I just raise my eyebrows at his sudden aloofness,"By the way, have you seen my credit card?...."

Please say no, please say no, please say no. 

But I suppose I should have known better. 

Without even saying anything, he fishes into his pocket and pulls out the silver card, holding it out with his hand while the other reaches for the TV remote.

Infuriated, I snatch the card out of his hand,"You stole my credit card?!"

He looks at me and raises his eyebrows,"We're married, so doesn't that mean it's 'our' card now?"

"You have your own credit card!", I say, my voice rising,"Why did you just take mine?? And more importantly, why didn't you tell me?"

He just shrugs his shoulders, showing no clear remorse,"I didn't think it mattered."

There's a silent pause that passes between us and suddenly I just get on my knees and start bawling, my hands going to my eyes so that he can't see my face.

At first, he doesn't say anything. But after a moment or two, he speaks,"...why are you crying?"

He seems so genuinely confused. But to be honest, so am I. I'm angry. So angry. But I don't know why I'm crying.

However, I try to give my explanation,"Kevin...you're showing symptoms again....."

My sobs are now completely out of control and I think that I just made him even more confused than before because he just continues to question me.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know!", I shout,"You're showing Sociopathic symptoms again! First the convenience store and now my credit card. It's all a part of Antisocial Personality Disorder....Please tell me you're still taking your meds....oh my god, please tell me you didn't stop taking your meds."

"Of course I still do.", he says. 

"I can't tell if you're telling the truth.", I grab my head.

He walks over to me and helps me get up,"I still don't understand why you're crying...."

Me neither. But I just lay my head on his shoulder and continue to cry. I just....I dont feel well.

"Mary?", his voice seems to waver. But not just his voice. Even the chirping of the birds outside seems to be distorted.