Marriage with 'The Beast'

Chapter 31 - After the Rain

The bitchy receptionist stared at me with squinted eyes before finally connecting words together in a sentence to answer my question, "umm, no." If that counts as a sentence.

I sighed, folding my arms over my chest, "why is that?"

"He's busy," she commented, not meeting my eye. I raised my brow, unsatisfied with her answer. She rolled her eyes, "he's not here. He told me to tell everyone that he's busy."

I was surprised, firstly at the fact that the bitchy receptionist was actually co-operating with me, and secondly, finding out that Mason wasn't at work.
That felt strange. His work was his life, from what I knew. Especially after a week off and having all this gossip around, I would think that he would want to reclaim his name. Or whatever.

I pulled myself away from my thoughts and questioned her, "do you know where he is? Home? Sick? " This is when I remembered that he was sick, maybe it got worse again? Perhaps he'd forgotten to take his pills, especially with all that's happened. But it didn't seem like him to forget. I couldn't help myself from recalling how well he'd taken care of me when I was sick.

"Just a trip," she said suddenly, bringing me back to reality. I hated how quickly I was getting distracted now.

I nodded, he hadn't been back to the office for a week since our Turks and Caicos trip. I turned back towards the glass entrance doors. "Have a happy wedded life," she called after, smiling. I didn't think she could smile.
I guess the bitchy receptionist isn't as bitchy as I'd thought. Unless that was sarcasm, and she didn't really mean it. I couldn't really tell, but a part of me believed it was the latter.

It was suddenly windy outside, and I embraced the cool breeze.

Even though I stood in its way, it just moved right around me, like I was nothing.

I sulked towards my car, sitting in it and staring mindlessly at the crowded road ahead. I didn't have anything else planned for the day. I didn't have a plan B in mind. I was just hoping that we'd talk and everything would be fine. I guess it was hopeful thinking.

I played with my necklace, thinking about Mason.

We had our problems, but I was worried. Was he dealing with the gossip from home? Or was he sick? I groaned, why hadn't I just left the hospital with him? But our marriage had just been broken, I couldn't have been seen with him. The Wilsons wouldn't have been happy to see us up on some page again.

It was best to leave them be, and when Mason's back, I'll talk to him.

But I couldn't shake off the way my eyes longed to see him again, my ears yearned to hear his voice again, his laughter, and my body urgently craved to be near his. My insides felt crippled and twisted - I despised feeling so helpless and restless.

I gripped the steering wheel and exhaled. I will get through this. It's not that difficult. This is the plan: I'll just go and live at the motel and call Mason's office every day to see if he's back. Once he comes back, I'll go and talk to him about Scott, and everything will either go great, or horrible. Hopefully great, though.

What could go wrong, right?

Of course, everything could go wrong.

And it started with Instagram.

Once I'd packed a week's worth of my clothes and necessities, I bid my parents farewell and set out on the nearly two-hour drive.

I sat on the edge of the hot tub at the motel, getting ready to unwind a little and relax before getting a well-deserved, fast food dinner. But I decided to quickly send my parents a quick text to let them know I'd arrived in one piece. Right after, I subconsciously clicked on the Instagram app.

I swiped through the search or what I might like or recommendation section when I noticed something.
Something, I'd vowed not to forget.

Mason. But it was some girl's profile. My face scrunched up as I focused on starring at the picture. It was a selfie with him, in his limo.

The caption read, "Traveling in style w/ my main man, Mason!"

I scoffed, this is unbelievable. Here I was freaking out and worrying about him for the longest time, and he's just "traveling" with some side hoe. Where the hell are they traveling to? Is this the secret trip that the receptionist wasn't supposed to tell anyone about? How could he just pick everything up and just leave? Especially after I'd just come out of the hospital? Did he not care about me anymore? Do I not deserve a chance to explain, at least?

I hurled my phone to the side before dunking my body repeatedly into the surprisingly scolding hot water, trying to take out the equally hot rage burning inside my body.

I tried to get myself to think logically, maybe there was another explanation. But at this point, I was done with looking at the bright side of a situation.

After the rain, there isn't always a rainbow.

Now, in my motel room, I stood still in the shower and absorbed the freezing water pouring down on my naked body. I stayed there with my eyes closed until I couldn't feel anything. Everything felt frozen, mirroring my insides.

My heart didn't hurt anymore. It was numb.

I bumped my toe on the side of a table, and it didn't hurt. It was also numb.

My capacity of being hurt has overflowed.

My wrinkled and raisin body was covered in a pair of sweat pants and a fitted long sleeve. This was probably one of the only outfits I had that I'd actually bought myself. I didn't want to bring any of the clothes that the Wilsons had bought for me. I wasn't ready for that.

I walked out of my room while covering my face with my long hair and a pair of large sunglasses. Just in case some type of reporters were wandering around. In the shadows of the dark sky, I crossed the street to the KFC and ordered a large meal with basically everything on their menu.

Mason's P.O.V

I tapped my foot anxiously waiting to arrive. I peered down at my watch, it had only been an hour, there was still a long way to go until we'd reach Cam and Scott's house. They were probably getting ready to move to Australia right about now. But I wasn't going to let Scott flee the country after impregnating my fiancee, as screwed up as that sounds.

Steve rolled down the barrier between the front of the limo and me. "There's still a few hours left and I wasn't told that we'd be going that far, so would you mind if I stopped over to get something eat?" He asked awkwardly.

I suppose, I was getting hungry as well. "Sure Steve, but we've got to be quick! I need to get there before dusk."

"Sounds fine by me, I'll make the nearest and quickest stop." He suggested, before starting to take an exit. I nodded in response, knowing very well that he couldn't see me.

(A/N :Sorry about the crappy chapter! Next one will be sooner, better, and longer! :))