City Of Dreams

Fourteen

I hummed to myself.

"I can't keep doing this."

I shake my head.

"No more lies."

I curled up on the floor in the kitchen.

"No more Wicked."

How long has Darren been gone?

"No more dad."

A glass fell from the kitchen counter.

I jumped.

"I'm not doing this I'm done."

I mumbled.

"You can't just stop now."

A voice said.

I jumped up.

"Who's there?"

I glanced around the room.

Nothing.

"Who are you?"

Nothing.

"I'm going crazy. Is that what this is?"

I shake my head and start to clean up the broken glass.

"How could you do this to Addie?"

I jump up again.

I drop the broom, shaking my head.

"After all she's done for you?"

I growl.

"N-No. I can't keep doing this. Maybe I can live like this without the lie."

I keep mumbling.

"She needs you."

I laugh.

"Needs me? For what? To keep lying to her?"

"That lie is the only thing keeping her from falling apart."

The voice responded.

"That's not...that's not true."

I shook my head again.

"Oh really? So she seemed like a happy person before you started this spiral of lies? She thinks you're ok. That's what's keeping her going."

I grabbed the broom again, gripping the handle tightly.

"I don't wanna lie anymore!"

I growled, gripping the broom tighter.

"What about Darren?"

The voice stated blankly.

"Darren...he...um...he loves me."

"Right."

I rolled my eyes.

"Yes. Yes. He loves me we're married."

I tell the air.

"He still loves me."

The voice scoffed.

"Except you didn't happen to mention that everything you've told him in all your three years of marriage...it's all been one fucking lie...did you?"

I stared at my shoes.

"Oh. You left that part out."