I'm Yours (Sequel to "You're mine")

Chapter 2: Communication is key

Leah's POV

"Hey, mom." I entered the house, where mom was having breakfast. I'm guessing she got up later than T and I did. 

Mom and dad had divorced. It was an adjustment for sure, though dad seemed more distant. Mom and I got closer, I made sure to visit her often and stay in contact. I didn't want her to feel lonely.

Mom watched me as I sat down at her breakfast table. "Leah," Mom started, I could hear she wasn't sure how to approach me. She was probably wondering why I was here. "What's wrong?"

I looked down, sighing deeply. "T's bothering me."

"Why?"

I shrugged. "She just does. It feels like everything she's doing is annoying me," I then looked up at her and saw her show me a small smile. "What?"

"Honey," She started as she patted my shoulder. "That's married life for you."

I sighed, somehow I wasn't pleased with that answer. "It's not that," I looked down, fidgeting with my fingers. "She changed."

"Changed how?"

I shrugged again. "She's not the same person as before," I then looked at her. "She goes out, gets drunk, goes partying... That's not my wife. I don't like her doing that."

"Then tell her," Mom said as she held my hand in hers. "If you don't tell her, then how can she know?"

I shrugged.

"The key to every great relationship is communication. Without it, you're just two people who live side by side."

I slowly nodded, realizing she was probably right.

"Go talk to her," Mom got up. "Go on." She then gently pulled me up and motioned me to go back home. Which I did.

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I arrived back home and got inside with a smile on my face, I was ready to finally let out all my frustrations with Heather, I'll tell T, and then she'll know. We'll talk about it, we'll figure something out and we'll work through this.

"T?" I looked around, she wasn't here it seems. I walked around the living room, the kitchen, the hall... She wasn't here. "T?" I walked upstairs and looked at every room there, but she wasn't there...

I sighed, realizing she went back to that witch. I quickly took my phone and called her. Come on, pick up your phone. 

"Hello?"

"Baby, can you - "

"Oh I'm sorry, Leah, it's me."

I groaned. "Heather."

"Correct," She chuckled. "So what's up? Why are you calling?"

"I need to speak to T," I couldn't help but boil from anger when I heard her. Knowing she was with T, made my blood boil. "I need to talk to my wife." And it made me jealous.

"Geez, possessive much."

"Just hand her the phone!" I nearly shouted.

"I would," She then paused, she seemed to be doing something. "But I can't."

"Why not?" I said through gritted teeth.

She chuckled. "She's busy."

I groaned and ended the call. I hate that woman! I hate her, I hate her, I hate her! I entered my bedroom and threw my phone on the bed, just like my study book. Then I yelled out, letting out all my frustrations.

I was so annoyed right now.

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I don't know how I did it, but I managed to focus all day. I was able to zone out the world and focus solely on my school work. I really earned some rest.

But life wouldn't give that to me...

It was 11.03 pm, dark and night time. Two things I hated, two things T promised she'd protect me from. Well, where was she?

As if on cue, she entered the house. But she wasn't alone. She was hanging onto Heather's side, her arms wrapped around Heather. Heather carried T to the couch and helped her lie down. 

I walked to them, shocked to see the state T was in. "What did you do to her?"

Heather looked at me, her annoying smirk on her face. "Nothing she didn't want."

I inhaled deeply, trying to remain calm. "Listen," I breathed in and out before continuing. "I'm sick and tired of seeing my wife drunk every single day, so I'd like this to stop. This isn't healthy for her."

Heather crossed her arms, she didn't seem to care about what I was saying despite it being about her best friend's well-being.

"Ok?" I asked for reassurance. I needed her to understand this, it was important.

"Listen, Leah," Heather dropped her arms by her side again. "I know you don't like this, but Talia is obviously needing an escape. And she finds it with me."

I swallowed my anger. "Excuse me?"

"They say that drunk people escape their crappy life," She then smirked again. "Am I clear?"

What? How dare she? She was just insulting me in my own house! "Out!" I shouted as I pulled at her and pushed her towards the front door. "Get out of my house!"

Heather pulled back and pushed me away, almost making me trip. "Listen kid, none of this is yours, it's Talia's," She then came closer to me. "And soon, it'll be mine as well."

I got closer to her as well. "In your dreams."

She smirked, sometimes I wondered if she liked arguing... "Why don't you ask your lovely wife when she's sobered up?"

But that threw me off. "What?"

Heather smirked, realizing she had won this battle and left the house.

I closed and locked the front door before looking at T. I walked to her and saw she was a mess. She looked even worse than yesterday...

I sighed but decided to let her stay here. I was going to sleep alone, I guess...