The Ruined Ones

Chapter 1

I get up from sitting on the floor in front of the toilet. I flush it and look at my flushed face in the mirror. I must be sick. I have been throwing up almost every morning for a week now. I just wish it isn't the flu because last time I had that I had 107 degrees fever.

An alarm goes of on my phone telling me to take my medicine which I already did. Then I catch a glance at the date November 12. My one year anniversary.

I run and jump on my husbands back.

"Do you know what today is babe?", I whisper is is ear excitedly.

"Yeah. Someday in November. Now get off my back.", he groans and drops me on my butt. Maybe he is just playing around. I hope he is just playing around.

"You don't remember?", I ask playfully saddened

"Remember what?", he yells."That you are so childish? That you don't act like an adult when you need to be? I come home from from being in court making the money for us and you come and hop on my back like a little kid wanting a piggy back ride. It is so freaking annoying"

I take a step back and look into his angry green eyes with tears threatening to spill from mine. He doesn't remember our anniversary? He thinks that about me? What happened for him to be this angry at me?

"You are not the only one making money for us. And I can act like an adult. If you think all that about me. Then why did you marry me?!", I yell back

"I DON'T KNOW!", he screams. He looks as surprised as I am at his own words.

"I don't know?", He repeats to him self as a question

My hearts shatters. He actually said what I was hoping he wouldn't. I look down at my feet and take a deep breath to stop myself from crying.

"Ok then. If that is how you feel then I will just go. I will come back tomorrow and we can talk about what just happened.", I walk past him and out the door.

I can hear him yelling my name but I don't care. I feel empty inside. Like nothing is there. I knock on my friend Jason's door and his husband Joel answers. He sees my saddened expression and automatically pulls me in for a hug to comfort me.

"Valentina? Are you okay? What happened?", Jason asks.

"It happened again, guys. He yelled at me for a weird reason.", I whisper as Joel moves me to the couch.

"That is odd you guys never argued before a month and a half ago. What happened between you guys?", Joel questions.

I think for a minute. Racking my brain for a logical explanation. It isn't his newest case because he started that a a couple weeks ago. I thought through more possible explanations but could think of nothing.

"I don't think so. I mean I can't think of anything that will make him this agitated.", I explain.

"What happened this time?". Joel asked while Jason was deep in thought about the situation.

"After I got done puking again I looked at the date and realized that today is our one year anniversary. I got excited and jumped on his back asking him if he knew what today was. But he forgot.", I explained through tears. "He then yelled at me for being too childish and irresponsible."

"First little things like accidently spilling stuff. Next forgetting to sign something. To stuff with no reason but childishness. He used to be so calm and childish also.", Jason pointed out.

As Jason and Joel tried to figure it out i dosed off. But not before they made me promise to go talk to him tomorrow about what happened.

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I am heading back now. I have never really liked fighting with Malcolm or anyone.

I walk into the house and I hear voices coming from the kitchen. As I make my way to there quietly I realize that one of the voices is Malcolm's while the other one is a strange woman's voice. I open the door quietly a little.

"Why do you hate my wife so much, Villiania? What did she do to you?" Malcolm asks the woman, Villiania.

"She stole what is mine.", she simply shrugs and replies.

"I have never been and never will be yours. I am my wife's. ", he replies angerly.

"What if I told you while you were feeling bad for yourself you little worry here was out screwing her male friends. ", her smirk grows.

I ball my fists. Oh how I want to kill her. I throw open the door.

"And who the hell are you to accuse me of that. You are just trying to get into my husband's pants. ", I say angrily.

Malcolm looks at me with sad eyes. I know that look. He actually believes this whore.

"Is it true, Valentina? Is what she says true?", he asks.

"Of course it is. I have proof. ", The whore screams and shows him a clearly photo shopped picture of me naked in bed with Joel and Jason. Malcolm balls his hands into a fist.

"Get out.", he simply says to me. My eyes widen and a tear runs down my cheek.

"Do you seriously believe this? They are gay, Malcolm. They only comforted me yesterday.", I plead with him.

"GET OUT", he yells at me. "I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU HERE ANYMORE!"

I just stand there with tears running from my eyes. I look into his hurt eyes with my pleading ones. I see no remorse and so I turn away and walk out. He hurt me. He ruined me. I am now the ruined one, but I guess now so is he.

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Word count: 1014

This is my first story like this. Please excuse all the mistakes and errors. This is unedited. I will try my best to update once a week but it just depends on my schedule.