Disoriented.

Chapter One.

Time: 3:32 AM
Place: Chicago, Illinois/ Home.

She could feel hot tears running down her cheeks as she continued to gaze at the door. Oh, this is nothing new. At all. Phor has been coming in late for the past couple of months, and she can't help but to think that maybe he's doing something he shouldn't be. It just runs inside of her head, like a song you hear over and over on the radio. It repeats itself, working it's way into your head until that's all you can think of.

She knew what she had signed up for when he proposed to her. She should've listened to her mother, she always was right. Especially whenever it cane to Phor. But Nicole? She was so stubborn and hard headed. She always had to figure out everything for herself, but what can you tell a girl who's so in love with the idea of being in love? Nothing. He had been there when nobody else had, but now he's acting like a totally different person. This isn't the man that she married.

Nicole was interrupted by her own thoughts as she heard the sound of the locks click, opening the door to reveal her husband, Phor. As much as she loved him, that night it didn't even seem like they were in it for better or worse.

"Where the hell have you been?! It's three thirty!" Nicole retorted, throwing her drink of Ciroc in his face.

"I've been in the damn studio, Nikki. Chill out! You always do this like I'm sleeping around on you or some shit." He replied, wiping his face as he gently pushed her out his way.

She scoffed, "You jokin', right? My husband says he's at the 'studio', and yet I see you ALL OVER Instagram at the fuckin' club! Do you think I'm dumb?! God damn it, Phor.. when are you ever gonna be a man?! Are you gonna grow the fuck up, or do I have to sit here and deal with this shit?! I'm not raising no grown ass man!"

All he could do was stare at her. He knew she was right, and Nicole was so tired of him and his bullshit. She had never endured so much confusion in her life. The last eleven years of their lives started to go past like days, and their marriage felt like a death sentence. At times, they'd be good, then next.. well, you know.

He sighed, "Nicole, why can't you trust me? I'm not being a damn kid, you just treat me like one."

"BECAUSE YOU ACT LIKE ONE, PHOR!" She yelled, hearing her voice break.

Is this their life now? Is she laying in bed with a total stranger at night? She felt like she didn't even know him! But she was so confused at this point.

She started grabbing dishes, vases, anything she could throw.. and shattered it at his feet as he moved and dodged everything she threw at him. Glass shards began to cut on her bare toes, but she couldn't feel anything. He rushed over to her, holding her tight.

"Let me the fuck GO!" She yelled, trying to break free of his grip as she cried into his chest.

"Nikki, STOP!" He said as he looked into her eyes.

Eventually, she tired herself out as he held her close in his arms. Holding her the way he used to. Even though she felt like he did it to calm her down, that's all Nicole wanted. That was all she needed from him. It just felt so good to be in his arms again.

He held her all night that night. Nicole felt like she could actually believe him this time. She wanted to fall for every lie, every empty promise, every dumb dream he had ever said he would make happen. She could see all of their memories they had play in her head over and over and over again. Nicole decided to let the argument go that night. She never wanted him to leave. Ever. And if he decides to do that, there will be consequences.

The Next Day:

  Nicole woke up, still laying in Phor's arms. She looked at him as he slept, still thinking of last night. Nothing but a twist of emotions ran through Nicole's brain as she could picture each moment from these past couple of weeks. All she could do was just think of how he had put her through so much. Nicole observed his face. The way his eyebrows knitted together as if he was confused, but also how relaxed he looked.

  "So you just watchin' me sleep?" He mumbled, before opening his eyes completely.

Nicole smiled softly, "Just thinkin', that's all. We need to talk.."

He rolled his eyes at her as he bit into his lip.

  "What's the problem?" He asked.

  "Well.. I've been looking at these blogs and everything, and.. there's these rumors about-" He cut her off.

"Rumors? Nicole, don't start yo' bullshit." He sighed.

She frowned,"My bullshit? There's rumors swirling all around Chicago that you out here cheating on me."

He smacked his lips. He knew it was the truth, but if he lost Nicole, he had nothing. He sat and thought of what to say next to make her stop thinking about it. He didn't wanna hurt her. Yes, he loved her, but there was something about his mistress, Tiffani that made him so hungry for affection. He wanted to have his cake and eat it too.

"Girl, ain't nobody cheatin' on yo' ass. Listen, Nicole... I love you. That ain't gone change, okay? You my wife. I love you." He sighed as looked at her.

He knew he was lying, and he hated it. But he was truly torn between the two. Even though he couldn't admit to the fact that he cheated, he couldn't deny how bad he felt about the situation. It was only a matter of time before everything fell apart in his face.