As We Lost the Light

Prologue.

Then.

"Why can't you ever just do anything that I ask, Vic?! God damn!" I shouted, raking my hands through dark hair. "Everything is such a fight with you and I don't get it! I asked you to do one thing for me while I was at work. One thing. And you can't even do that!"

"Fuck, Sadie! You want me to do the dishes? Fine. I'll do the damn dishes!" He retorted, his voice booming, echoing across the high ceilings.

"It's not about the fucking dishes, Vic!"

He stomped over to the sink, tossing the plates around angrily. "It sure fucking seems like that's what it's about!"

I scoffed. "You don't get it Vic. It's not about the dishes. It's about the fact that you don't do anything I ask." He spun around, quick, glaring at me. "I ask very little of you, Vic. I do everything around here; I cook, I do the shopping, the cleaning. I do your laundry. I pack your bags for you when you leave. Plus I work all fucking day. And do I ever get a thank you? No. Never. So God forbid that I ask one thing of you, one thing that would take 10 minutes out of your day."

"Oh, and I don't work?" He barked back. I rolled my eyes. "What do you think I fucking do when I'm gone, Sadie? I work my ass off. I'm hardly ever home. Sorry that when I am here I just want to relax." I crossed my arms across my chest, hugging myself, my heart beating a mile a minute. "You think my life is easy?"

"You're the one who chose that life, Victor!" I tossed my hands in the air, turning away from him as I felt tears stinging my eyes.

"Oh, so that's what this is about!" He replied, anger resonating from his body. I shook my head, retreating to the bedroom. I could hear his footsteps behind me, loud, the pictures on the wall shaking as he stomped. His hand grabbed my arm and I spun to face him, pulling myself from his grip.

"Don't touch me, Vic-"

"It's always about the band with you, Sadie! Every fucking thing is about the band!" I rubbed at my arm, the skin turning red where his fingers had been. "You knew what you were getting yourself in to when you met me. I made it perfectly clear that this was my life, and I'm not going to apologize for it. Not to you; not to anyone."

"I'm not asking for you to apologize! I'm just asking for some help. I'm just asking for you to care. That's it. That's all I want. And I never get it."

He rolled his eyes. "If I'm such a bad guy then why are you even with me, Sadie?" He asked. His voice was quiet, just above a whisper, yet his words were filled with hatred.

I deflated, a rush of air escaping my lips as a tear slid down my cheek. "I don't know anymore, Vic. I don't know."

"Then maybe we should just end this now," he responded and I looked up at him, his eyes almost black with rage.

"Fine." I said, pushing past him. "We're done, then." I grabbed ahold of the door knob, twisting it slowly, praying that Vic would come after me, that he would beg me to stay, that he would apologize. But he never did.

I pushed my way out into the sticky, San Diego evening, and walked away from the life that I thought I would always have.