Brallon Imagines

Often

Something that doesn't happen often is getting a phone call from your neighbor that your husband is dancing on the top of his car singing eye of the tiger. At least he wasn't doing something in the nude this time.

We got married at eighteen. Sometimes I say it's the best thing I've ever done but times like these make me question why I gave up Harvard for this dufous.

But coming home to see him drunk off his ass all the time, the help I give him he won't take, and the divorce papers was hidden in my underwear drawer.

I sometimes think to leave the piece of paper on the dining room table, and gather my things and disappear from existence for a while. Then again, that's what I thought until he found the paper.

He was at least close to being sober this time. He was angry and confused, but didn't yell. "Maybe if you got a job and stopped wasting money on alcohol maybe I wouldn't even had thought about getting a divorce. It's not often do I see you sober anymore."

The mark on his lip was turning white from where he is biting it. He started shaking his head up and down and put his hand through his hair. "I won't deprive you from a home. I'll leave tomorrow and we can sort this out."

He went hiding in another room for a while and came down with a bag and a couple of his blankets. I guess this was really happening.

A/N

What up guys I updated!!!!

So the contest for the new imagine book cover is due tomorrow! If you have one to submit and don't know where or how to submit, look in the comments of the previous chapter/post.

I will update on the new book after the covers have been voted on and It can have a picture to its name!~Nelly_thefangirl