Loving Him

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The next morning, I woke up to severe back pain and my annoying alarm from my phone lightly singing in my ear. I groaned as I turned my body to look at my phone screen and winced, realizing I scraped my forearm on the pavement. I hesitantly collected myself when I saw that it was 8:11 AM and walked upstairs. Managing to find a spare bathroom on the first floor, I washed up to freshen up from a rough night. There were dark bags under my eyes and there was light bruising on my chin. It should go away by next week because I had to go back to work by then. Well, at least that was reassuring. I managed to find a bandage and alcohol wipes and applied that to the scrape of my forearm and my knees because I had apparently cut my knees when I fell off Adam's bed last night.

My feet lightly padded out of the restroom and into the kitchen as I heard my stomach growl. I looked around the house cautiously, scared that Adam might come and get mad. Though, I can't understand why he would get mad because I would make breakfast for both of us. And it terrified me that I was scared of Adam. I truly was. How does someone fear someone they love? The thought that I didn't love him scared me. What sort of wife does not love her husband? I ridiculed myself and shook my head. I love him and I will love him, no matter what.

I decided on making some French Toast because most everyone likes it. And if Adam didn't like it, he could just tell me and I wouldn't ever make it again. After I was done cooking, I cut a few strawberries and embellished both of our plates in an attempt to make it look appetizing. Pleased with the turnout, I decided to wake up Adam so he could eat. He was probably starving since he did not eat anything last night, I worried to myself.

Opening his bedroom door lightly, I walked towards him and saw that he was still deep in sleep. Smiling to myself, I sat on the edge of the bed and gazed at him. Adam was beautiful. I wanted Adam to be the happiest man in the world, he deserved it. Subconsciously, my hand reached out to massage away the stress lines between his eyebrows. I think he was having a nightmare because patients usually did that when they had nightmares in their sleep. I didn't want Adam to have a nightmare because they do mess up with your sleep and emotions so I continuously massaged his forehead lightly with my fingertips.

After a while he calmed down and I smiled down at him. Before I knew it, Adam's eyes flew open and he grabbed my wrist and sat up, glaring daggers at me.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" He demanded angrily as his voice boomed.

"I-I just wanted to wake you up for breakfast." I stuttered as I tried to pull my wrist from his tight grasp. "I made French toast for you." I said softly as I looked up at him again and managed a small smile, trying to lighten his mood.

"Leave at once." Was all he said and I felt the pain in my heart as his cold words burrowed deep within my conscience. But I obeyed and left to eat my breakfast after I felt his fingers release the iron grip they had on me.

To my surprise, Adam came shortly later and he started eating my French toast that I made for him. Warmth bloomed in my belly as I watched him eat what I prepared for him and he looked slightly pleased.

Before I knew it, my head flew to the side and there was a stinging sensation on my left check. My hand shakily came up to touch my burning cheek and I turned to look at a very furious Adam.

"You bitch." He thundered with anger lacing every syllable.

"Are you trying to fucking kill me?!" He demanded as he slammed his fist down on the table and I flinched away from him as I shook my head.

I wanted to ask him why he was mad. I wanted to know what I did wrong. All I wanted was for him to be happy. My bottom lip once again trembled as I felt a tight feeling find its way in my chest.

"I'm allergic to eggs." He growled as his breathing came out slightly labored. My eyes widened and before I knew it, I was sprinting downstairs to rummage through my bags. Once I found my epinephrine pen, I ran back up to Adam.

"Okay, this might hurt but it'll calm your allergic reaction." I whispered softly as he was struggling to breathe. I flicked the cap off the pen and stabbed it into the side of his thigh, to which he nearly whacked me for but I dodged him, and rubbed it in.

He leaned his head back and squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to regain his breathing for a few minutes.

"Ugh!" He slammed his hand down on the table once again and I flinched in response.

"You even got me late for work." Adam growled accusingly at me who was staring intently at my knees.

"You're okay though, right?" I asked worriedly as I looked at him through my eyelashes.

His icy glare tore through my very being. "Well don't give me fucking eggs again, then I'll be okay." I felt my gaze drop as I decided he was okay after all and I let out a soft sigh of relief.

Before he left for work he said his last words to me.

"You're a worthless bitch."