ezria::forget me not

3

Forget Me Not

Chapter Three.

"That's what the voices in your

head are for, to get you through

the silent parts."

-David Levithan, Will Grayson, Will Grayson.

Ezra

I watched as Marley drew circles in her notebook, claiming it was Alison when she was in her stomach. I watched her carefully, as she concentrated on the notebook and the blue pen she was using. I was infatuated with her, the way her curly blonde hair fell on her heart shaped face as she carefully put dots on her drawing, claiming that they were eyes.

"Daddy?" She looked up at me and I smiled.

"Yes, Bug?" Her blue eyes sparkled at me, she was just a beautiful as her mother was, although I couldn't remember a single thing about her, I learned more and more everyday.

"Who was the pretty lady down stairs? Mommy looked really surprised." I shrugged, I didn't want to lie and say that I knew but I really had no clue.

"I don't know bug." She nodded and went back to her drawing, her feet kicking in the air as she laid on her stomach. Just as I was about to ask Marley what she wanted for dinner, I heard screaming downstairs. I narrowed my eyes and looked down at my daughter.

"I'll be right back." It was almost like she didn't hear me, she was so engrossed in her drawing. I opened my office door, sneaking down the stairs and pressing my ear against the kitchen door.

"I really love him, Aria. More than you ever could. He's a fantastic father too." I smiled instantly at Alison's comment, content that she thought that, but also confused at the meaning of 'More than you ever could.'

"Can I talk to him?" There was a long pause, before the girl I knew as Aria, spoke up. "Did I ever tell you that I liked it better when you were dead?" I felt my smile fade, and become replaced with anger. How could she say that to my wife, in our home. Before I could barge in and ask what was going on, I heard the clicks of sandals and tears echo to the kitchen door, I tiptoed back up the stairs and listened for more, nothing but a slam of a door and minutes after, a couple beeps from a car horn. I had never been more confused. I walked down the steps and into the kitchen, to see Alison staring at the wall. I frowned and wrapped my arms around her.

"What was that about?" She tensed and turned towards me, giving me a smile. I gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

"It was nothing. Aria just got upset because I said something.." I searched her eyes, and saw a glimmer of something evil, but before I could even blink, it was gone. She gave me another sweet kiss.

"Daddy!" Marley ran down the steps, she was two-three next June. Before Marley could see us we pulled apart. She swung the kitchen door open, her face was stained with tears. "I can't find Pricilla!" She whined, Pricilla was a hippo that I had bought her when she was born. She had been missing for days, and Marley had just noticed.

"Relax, baby girl." I cooed. I picked her up and put her on the counter. "If you'd wait, I'll go look in the garage, and Mommy can make you a snack before dinner?" She wiped her cheeks and nodded muttering a thank you daddy under her breath. I gave her a kiss on the head and walked out to the garage. I searched through all of the boxes and Rubbermaid's before finding one with my name on it. I looked at the door then back at the plastic bin, deciding it wouldn't take long, I cracked it open. It was full of clothing. I dug through it, finding a few Hollis t-shirts and women's strawberry shampoo, I furrowed my eyebrows when I came across a photo at the very bottom of the bin. It was crumpled up, almost as if it had been looked at over and over again, I picked it up, unfolding it. My brows furrowed even more when it was revealed to be a man and a woman, with paper bags over their head.