When Worlds Collide

Chapter 42

*AMELIA'S POV*

I paced back and forth in a room, alone except for my husband, James, who was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. He sighed. "Amelia, why would you make me go along with this? Why are you trying to turn our son against me? I've done nothing to you!" I turned to him, seething with anger.

"Nothing?! NOTHING?! Need I remind you that you HIT ME?! Completely unprovoked, you hit me. How dare you sit there and complain, playing the victim, when it was your own actions that started all of this! This whole spiral of events could've easily been prevented if you hadn't drank. The drinking had to be what caused it. And you chose to have a drink, which led to you hitting me, and distancing yourself. Excuse me if I don't want my child near some abusive alchoholic." James glanced up at me.

"I only had one drink, I have no idea what happened. And why are you still holding that against me? That was 13 years ago! Eli was only five... You've kept him distant from me all this time and I never got to watch him grow up. You've made him hate me, Amelia. You made me hit him. You forced me to hit our own child with the threat of killing him if I didn't listen. I don't understand why you're doing this to him. I don't even care about myself at this point. I want to know why you're hurting our son by manipulating him and making him grow up thinking his own father is a bad guy. Just tell me why you're doing this. Please." I laughed.

"Why should I tell you anything?"

"Because at some point in the past, you did love me. We dreamt of getting married, starting a family together, sharing a life. A happy life. I still love you, but you used to love me. So, for old time's sake, please tell me why you're doing all of this." I sighed in defeat, knowing he was right. I did love him. I could give him this.

"Okay. I'll tell you."