Destroyed Wife

Thirteen

Thirteen

Chantel

"You're finally up" a deep voice woke me up.

I turned to the owner of the voice and gasped. A spitting image of my husband stand at the end of the bed, his arms crossed and his eyebrows are furrowed. His eyes are dark and his jaw is clenched.

Even if he looks like my husband I know he is not. His blonde hair gave it. I know how he loves dying his hair.

Dave, my best friend for 10 years and the twin of my husband stood angrily at the bottom of the bed. Seeing Dave makes me want to cry, oh how I missed him.

"Young lady, will you tell me why are you in the club making a mess of yourself" Dave said, anger lacing in his voice.

"D-dave" I said groggily. I reached out my arms to him. "Y-you're here" I coughed, my throat is dry. My head is pounding but I want to make sure that he is here. Despite my body's protests I sit up, I groaned in pain. Dave immediately move to my side and brought a glass of water to me.

"Here drink this" he placed two pills in my hand and drank it immediately. I reached up and touch his cheek. I pinched it and he scream in pain.

"You're here, you're here" I said,  mumbling while suffocating him with my hug.

"Yes babes I'm here" he said softly, rubbing my back.

I burried my face to his chest and wrapped my arms around him. I inhaled his scent. I chanted 'you're here' again and again.

Tears flow out of my arms. I was a sobbing mess in his arms. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered comforting words to me. Oh how I miss the feeling of his arms around me. His calming words, just his presence beside me. I missed my best friend so much. A whimper escaped from my mouth. My sobs turned to hiccups.

"I'm here now, shh, I'm here Chantel" he repeated the words until I calmed down. He rubbed my back soothingly.

"Dave, I missed you" I admit.

"I missed you too babes, so much"

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand. "When did you arrive? You didn't told me you were coming back." I pout at him.

He placed his hand on my cheek and rubbed some tears away. "It was supposed to be a surprise." He scratch the back of his neck looking flushed. Then his face became serious. "But I was the one surprised. Why were you getting your ass drunked? If I'm not there I don't know what will happen to you."

I glanced away from him. I can't tell him why, hah, even thinking what I did makes me feel stupid. I mean I know what I did was stupid. Drinking my ass off, putting myself in danger, only fool would do that.

"Hey now don't kill yourself with that" he pulled me out of my thoughts. He might have noticed the look in my face.

I smiled tiredly to him. "Can we not talk about it?" I asked... no pleaded him softly. I don't think I can go with that now with an emotional turmoil swirling in me.

He opened his mouth to protest but thought better and shut his mouth. He sat at the side of the bed and pulled me to him. He wrapped me in a suffocating hug and rocked me side to side.

"I think you need a shower. The way you stink makes me feel like I'm dying." He joked shoving me away gently. I slapped his arm hard and shove him aside.

"If you don't want to smell me you should have stayed miles away from me." I muttered angrily.

"Hey don't be a sour ass. I was just joking." He laughed. I kicked his shin and ran to the bathroom. I slammed the door shut but I can still hear his laughters. I smile tugged at my lips. Dave never changed.

After an hour and a half of spending in the bathroom to get rid of the deadly smell, I got out. I rushed to the closet and chose to wear a lavender drawstring pants and a pale green v-neck shirt. I did not dress nicely because I will only be staying in the house. I am too tired to go out and my head is still killing me although it is bearable this time.

I go down the stairs and a delicious smell of cooked food drifted to my nose. My stomach growled loudly at the smell.
I found my way to the kitchen. Dave is rummaging the fridge and took out an orange juice. He poured it in a glass and placed it together with the plate. He saw me the moment I stepped to the kitchen and gestured me towards the island counter.

"You know I can hear your stomach from the stairs." He teased me.

"Oh hush, I'm hungry and your food is the next best meal." I said cheekily.

"So who's food is the best then?"

"Of course, mine is the best." He ruffled my hair with that. He placed the plate in front of me. It is a carbonara, my favorite.

I thanked him and eat with glee. We talk,  laugh, shout, joke, and tease the whole morning. Then we watched some movies and throw popcorns to each other. At night he cooked another mouthwatering dish. We cleaned the house and I let him sleep at one of the guest rooms, the one closer to mine.

The whole day I forgot about Dame. It slipped in my mind that he didn't call me or send a text message. It is late when I though about it and I was too tired to think so I let it go. That night I sleep with a smile on my face. Thank God for giving me a person like Dave. I don't know what could have happened if Dave is not in my life.

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