Writing is damn hard aaaaaaaah
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Link really wished it was only his wrist that glowed a haunting purple shade.
After the incident at the cafe, Link tried his best to split his time equally with Christy and Rhett. But even with his best efforts, Christy still wasn't happy.
It wasn't just the fact Link was 'always' away that upset her, it was the list of things that seemed to be going wrong in her life that in her eyes, looked like a mountain taller than all the largest buildings. Realistically, she had a pretty calm, luxurious life. Christy's mind was messing with her after Jessie passing, and every issue became ten times bigger than what she would have thought of it before.
The little things started to make her angrier and want to lash out instantly, and that tended to be on innocent Link who took the slaps and bruises with a mindset of "wow.. she must be taking this very hard." No part of him even thought this was alarm bells that something worse could happen, even though he stared at himself in the mirror every night with marks trailing up his arms screaming otherwise.
Christy was very quiet over the weeks that Jessie was gone, but the biggest thing she had her mind on most of the time was the fact she 'couldn't' have children. This mostly grew worse from losing Nara, as she was a close second. But it was always there.
It came as a massive shock, and something she never wanted to hear. Only thing was.. she was actually perfectly able to. It was Link that really didn't want to have a baby, and he never needed to bring it up before. Only until they shared a conversation over the dinner table, and Christy brought up the fact that they were pretty financially stable and she wanted to take the next step, and try. But later that night after a long, heated argument on who was right, Link ended up sleeping on the couch alone, feeling like he was a disappointment to his own wife.
When they eventually cooled down a few days after, they promised to never let that fight leave the walls of their home, and they never talked about that evening again. They were back to their picture perfect image.
Now it was a chilly, late Thursday evening, and the two were back at the table sharing food Christy had spent hours preparing. She watched as Link twirled the noodles around his fork, blissfully daydreaming and not even seeming to care that he arrived home three hours late from Rhett's. Christy was furious, and was about to implode.
Link was to blame for everything.
"Link, look at me!" she demanded, with her voice cracking so slightly. Link's eyes darted up to meet hers, and a rush of shock went through not just his own, but both their bodies. This was an abnormal thing to happen in their warm home, where usually nobody yelled at all.
"Do I not even matter to you?" Christy was on the verge of tears. She didn't even let herself cry though as she usually would, or Link wouldn't understand how angry she really was. He placed his fork down and his head jutted back, not even managing to process what she just said before she spoke again.
"We can't have kids because of you, the house has to be freakin' spotless because of you, hell Link, because you're out with Rhett every single day I barely even see you! Do you even realise I'm not over Jessie? Do you even-" she screamed out, now standing up and leaning over to Link to try and slap him forcefully. His reactions were fast, as he gripped her shaking wrists tightly and trying to speak. The neighbours must have started to hear the commotion.
"Christy, stop, stop!" He pled. "You know how hard I'm trying to help both of you, you know I can't leave Rhett alone all da-"
This was the first time Link actually tried to defend why he was staying with Rhett so long. This didn't help his cause at all though, as Christy wasn't finished yet. She had gotten out of Link's grasp, and let her body lean against the wall behind her chair staring at Link directly. He was now standing too, with the kitchen behind him and his hands out gesturing as he spoke. A small habit.
Christy had enough of hearing about why she was second best to Rhett. "Why is everything about damn Rhett? Why is he more important than me? For all I know you're cheatin' on me with hi-"
Link's hand curled up, and instantly a bang echoed through the room as his fist collided with the table. The wine in the glasses sloshed about, and the knife balancing on the side of the plate fell and landed on the floor. Link was now furious too.
"I did not. I would never." He said, in the lowest, most intimidating tone he could muster. To anyone, it would make their throat dry up, and their knees buckle in submission. When he tried, Link could be powerful, and make anybody believe any word he said. But as his wife, that could tell from his eyes the truth was far from what escaped his lips, it did nothing to Christy. Except make her look around, for something to throw.
Her eyes spotted an empty wine glass in front on the table, and as soon as she saw it there was no turning back. With no hesitation Christy lunged forwards, taking the glass in her right hand and preparing to throw it at her husband before her.
All power Link thought he had in the moment vanished, as the glass flew across the air, heading right towards the side of his face. There was no time to speak, or even move. With ducking away now impossible, and terror growing in his chest, Link held his eyes tight, awaiting the glass to hit him under the eye.
And it did.
Old antique glass is prone to shattering upon impact, and this was no exception. In slow motion, sharp fragments dispersed out, trailing along Link's face and blood began dripping from the micro cuts made. The rest of the glass fell to the ground, and nobody could do, or say anything. Neither of them could even move.
Link brought up his shaking hands to hold his face, which had one main cut across it along with many others surrounding it. It was a direct hit. The pain was indescribable, but what was even worse for him was staring at Christy, whose chest was rising up and down, also trying to hold herself up on the table so she wouldn't collapse in fear.
She couldn't understand what she just did, but it happened and she didn't know if she was happy about seeing Link in such agony or not. Link took small, hesitant steps backwards, clutching his face and the drops of blood rolling down his arm to stain his shirt. In the movies when the characters had injuries on their face, they seemed to be able to carry on fighting with no problem. But Link felt as if he could barely keep standing with his head going light.
However, he managed to grab a coat and his keys nearby, and he ran straight out the front door and away from Christy without letting out a sound.
He was heading to Rhett's house.
