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" I'd cross all the seas in the Underworld,
For you,
But first,
Let's get the hell outta here, baby
Because--"
-Sydney Gotham's Unfinished Lyrics out of Nowhere
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I barge into my apartment like a raging bull and scream,"Mr.Hades, come out of my bedroom this instant!"
A minute later, the door slowly opens and Hades enters the living room.
I take a shaky breath and try not to strangle him on spot.
He was the reason, I'd been having such a terrible day. I was slapped!
I think I was done with all the nonsense.
"Sydney? What is the matter?" he asks as if its just a normal day and we were just normal folks.
I take a shaky breath and swallow all the profanities that might have escaped my mouth at that time.
"I really think you should go back to the Underworld," I say, trying my best not to let my voice crack.
I can still feel the slap burning its way into my skin. Nobody had ever slapped me. And today the record was broken, by some crazy housewife.
I look around at everywhere but his eyes as I wait for him to respond.
Suddenly, his hand appears at my cheek, just as a big, fat tear escapes from my eye.
Great. Now I've turned into some sentimental sap. Just great.
He catches the tear by this index finger and lifts it up between us. Startled, I look up to find him searching my face.
"Why are you crying?" he asks softly, and I turn my head away from him.
He places his hand on my sore cheek to turn my head towards him and I flinch at the contact. Guess my face was still sore from the slap.
"What is it?" he asks, his voice all the more concerned. I shake my head, not because I didn't want to tell him, but so that more tears don't escape.
Its then that he notices the marks on my cheek. He inhales sharply as he stares at the spot where Persephone's hand had come in contact with my cheek.
"She did this to you, didn't she?" he asks after what seems like forever.
I nod, speechless. My pride was horribly wounded.
Stop being so cowardly, Syd!
I gather a deep breath and say, "Your wife is a total witch, you know."
*****
As soon as my head flops down on the pillow, I know I'm going to be fast asleep. After the little revelation, I had excused myself saying I was too tired from having met dogs and wives(was there a difference?) in one day.
I hope I have a dreamless sleep. They say your dreams are nothing but a reenactment of all the things that happened to you that day. I most certainly do not want to know how my subconscious would conjure up the events of my day.
