ALEX

BITTER SWEET

A year has gone by and I still can't believe it as I march into the warehouse drenched in water. It is pouring out a storm out there and I can't wrap my fingers around the thought that Alex forgot to pick me up from work. He mentioned that he was going to leave work early today, so I gave him my car. It made a lot more sense in my head this morning as we got ready for work together.

Yet, at the moment I am pissed, I am cold, and I am hurt. As I gravitate myself further into the warehouse, eyes stare in disbelief. Yes, people an angry woman is storming through your workspace in search of her man.

"Where's the office," I shout, as the men around point to a narrow pathway for me to continue my tyranny.

How dare Alex do this to me, how dare he leave me stranded at work only to find my way to his job by feet. I walked hours to get here in the rain and I am not happy at all. The moment I get my hands on him I'd like to share with him a piece of my mind.

I storm through the wooden doors of Kit's office without knocking. Kit who must have been in a phone conference hangs up and looks at me. The room becomes frigid. I stand there just a yard away from him observing the room and to how it seemed as if a tornado crashed through and destroyed his office.

"What happened here, what happened to you," I point out as I notice his black eyes and busted lips.

"Please leave," he points to the door behind me, the very same door that I pushed through in order to vent my frustration. But, instead of doing so I find myself approaching Kit.

"Where's Alex," I start to put the pieces together slowly as I recollect the looks on the men outside who directed me to this nightmare of a room. Something happened here, something bad.

"He's not here as you can tell, he's left early," Kit digs his hands into his pocket, he looks away as he analyzes the chaos within his office. His black dress shirt and khaki slacks are dirty, stained by the saw dust from the hard day's work that he's had to deal with.

He is hiding something from me I can tell. Kit has never hid anything from me besides the fact that he has a daughter. Claire, is as beautiful as her father. I've got so many questions to ask but apparently right now, today, this very moment is not the right time to do so.

"What happened here." I ask again but this time I watch as he takes a few steps back and away from me.

"Kit," I shout pleading for an answer, but he sighs deeply allowing a tendril of his hair to fall over his face as he continues to step back a little bit more.

I run my fingers through my hair as I charge towards him where I know for a fact that he'll end up bumping into the glass window behind him.

"What happened here," I ask for the last time before realizing that Kit had about enough with me.

"He's in jail Barbara, he is not here. He attacked one of my workers today," Kit yells as he removes his hands from his pocket. His dark gaze turn almost cynical as he bites down on his tongue, trying to stop himself from saying anymore.

But being the persistent person that I am I reach over to grab the hem of his shirt. Did he just say jail? What the hell is going on here?

"You called the cops on Alex," I whisper in disbelief. It doesn't sound like Alex to be the one to pick up a fight with just anyone. I refuse to believe this.

"Yes Barbara, Alex is in jail. It took at least three guys to hold him down," I hear from behind me.

It's Andrew of course who he himself looks like he's been mowed down by a cow. I run to him quickly forgetting that Kit was ever in the room. No, no, this doesn't sound like something that Alex would do. Alex is not that type of guy. He's been having a rough few months but things were getting better. Well, at least I'd like to think so.