Suspicious Minds ~ Conrad Birdie X Reader [CANCELLED]

Heartfelt Tears - Chapter 1

The stars settled themselves in the dark sky above you along with the moon casting a cold glow onto the ground. The November air had your arm hair standing up on end. You let out a huff, your warm breath illuminating a cloud of steam in front of you. Staring ahead at the empty road, you felt as if he were never going to come home tonight. But he couldn't. He was the man you married, Conrad Birdie. He loved you, and you loved him. The tea in your cold hands was still hot and fresh, much like your hopefulness for your new husband.

The kids were off in bed, and you decided to wait. Wait for him, again. The last two nights were extremely busy, he had told you. Albert wouldn't let him go until this one song was finished. 

But tonight, he was too late.

You stood up and checked the clock inside. 11:36. Conrad got off at around 8:30, usually. You decided you would phone Albert and ask if your husband was there, because this was it. This was unfair for both you and him. 

You got up and walked inside, shivering. Your thin fingers dialed the familiar number and picked up the phone. 

No answer.

Mr. Petersen always answered his phone. Unless he wasn't at his office. If he wasn't there, then where was Conrad? You jumped hearing the door creak open suddenly. Turning around, you saw him. He looked absolutely, one-hundred percent, no doubt, drunk. He looked as drunk as a hillbilly on a Sunday night. Your eyes started to well up with tears.

"Conrad...?" You muttered, looking at his messy hair, partly unbuttoned shirt, and insanely dark circles around his eyes. He looked back at you, seeing your expression and began reflecting it subconsciously. 

"Conrad... You.... I thought... You.." You walked towards him, laying a hand on your stomach in anxiety. Your husband waddled your direction, laying both hands on your hips, his depressed expression turning to tears. Heavy drops of water dripped down his rounded cheekbones.

"I'm... I'm s'sorry..." He wailed, falling into your shoulder. You nearly lost your balance, keeping up his weight. Your arms made their way around his back, rubbing it gently and making deep circles between his shoulder blades.

"Sssh.... Conrad.... It's okay.. you're home no-"

"It AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT OK!" He interrupted, gripping your shoulders tightly in his powerful hands. You sushed him.

"Conrad.... Jeremy...." You whispered. Wiping away one of his tears. The darkness of the room cast a blue glow onto Conrad's face, covering his red face and puffy eyes that you felt were there. You heard small footsteps patter down the stairway behind you.

"Mommy? Daddy? What's going on?" He said in a worried voice. He looked over at his father. "Daddy, why are you crying?"

"Jeremy, sweetie, go back to bed. It's late." You said to him, walking back to the stairs. Jeremy, in response, shook his head and rushed over to his weeping dad. He hugged his long legs and looked up at him.

"Dad... what's wrong? Why are you crying?" He said, tears appearing in his own eyes.

"Oh, Jem. You.. You wouldn't understand. Now.." He picked up his son, kissing him on the head and ruffling his dark, curly hair. "How bout I take you and your momma out for breakfast tomorrow, but only if you..." He set him down and checked his nonexistent watch. "Race me to your bedroom. I'll give you a head start."

As soon as Conrad said "race",  Jeremy was already halfway up the stairs. Conrad walked after him, avoiding eye contact with you as he walked past. You laid a hand on his shoulder. Your husband didn't look at you. You sighed and removed your hand. One quick glance at you and he continued up the stairs.

Then, it happened.

Your head was suddenly spinning. The darkness of the house closed in on you, squeezing your lungs tightly in it's grip. Tears were rolling down your cheeks at this point. You stumbled over and sat down on the couch, the world caving onto your mind. You took deep breaths, almost impossibly suffocating your trachea. You looked up, seeing Conrad in front of you. You couldn't hear him. He was shaking your shoulders but you couldn't move. Now you felt the pain. It was unbearable. A million knives were slowly being shoved into the front of your skull, and daggers repeatedly and sluggishly stabbed the back.  You realized something must have happened, and you were dead. You were in hell. You tried to scream for help, but only squeaks of terror escaped your lips. The tears kept coming, and the pain pulsed through your veins, fueling the fire inside your skull. A ringing sensation reached your ears, high pitched and constant.  Conrad shook your shoulders more, slowly dragging you back into reality.

"...(y/n)! Darlin'! Darling, please!" He said to you, wiping away your tears. You looked up at him, staring into his endless brown eyes.

Your head was weightless.

"Conrad...." You managed to whisper. "I love you."

"I love you too! Oh I love you so so much (Y/N)! Don't scare me like that eve' ag'in!" He dragged you into a hug, your head falling in the crook of his neck, which was warm and welcoming.

"I swear. I swear to god I'll never come home drunk again." You heard him sob. "Oh oh (y/n) sweetheart..."

You fell asleep, all at once, into a dreamless slumber.