Morning

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I was woken up to Addison climbing out of the bed, I didn't dare to open my eyes, what man in their right mind wants to watch their fiancé just leave?

I heard her make her way to the closest and struggling to pull down the suitcase from the top shelf; I can only imagine how cute she looks and I giggle slightly, still not opening my eyes.

I hear her footsteps come a little closer to me and by now I can tel she's leaning over me

"Jeff..?" She calls out quietly

"Hm?" I manage to say, rolling over to avoid the contact level.

"Can you please help-"

"With that dammed suitcase?" I finished her sentence laughing.

She frowns slightly and sticks up her middle finger "yeah that'd be nice"

I sigh and sit up, rubbing my eyes I ask her what time it is

"7AM" she answers yawning a bit

I thought maybe her and I would hang out before she left but I guess not. She's determined to leave me and at this point I'm tired of fighting for someone who is doing everything in their power to just destroy me. I couldn't hold my tongue anymore, it's my turn to speak

"What the hell is this Addy?" I question angrily "Was this your fucking plan all along!"

She looks up to me acting all innocent "what are you talking about?"

"Oh don't play fucking stupid with me" I storm off to the closet and pull down the suitcase slamming it onto the ground "there ya go are you fucking happy?"

"Jeffrey ple-"

"No!" I shout over her "this is such bullshit and you know it!" I start grabbing all of her clothes from the hangers and throwing them on the ground not being mindful of anything

"Jeffrey! What the fuck?" She screams storming over to me trying to get me to stop, oh but that just enraged me even more, I pushed her out of the way and started throwing shit everywhere I didn't give a fuck I wanted her to be hurt. I waned her to be angry.

I started throwing her heels at the mirror, eventually causing the thing to shatter

"Fuck you!" She yelled cleaning up the clothes that I tore up into pieces

By now I hear the bedroom door open and there's Norman standing there in shock "Jeff buddy what's going on, talk to me"

"Nah fuck that I'm done talking about this fucking bitch!" I yell referencing towards Addison

"Oh I'm the fucking bitch?" Addy says shoving me back

"Whoa!" Norman quickly intervenes holding Addy back from doing anything else "Just everyone calm the fuck down!"

I stormed over to her dresser and tipped it over, causing everything in it to just spew all over the floor

Norman shakes his head "Jeff man come on stop it"

Addy is fighting to get out of Norman's grip "let me go! Let me go NOW!" She keeps saying

I nod "yeah let her go, that's all she fucking wants is to just leave me!"

Norman looks confused at me "what are you talking abou-"

"She wants to fucking leave me Norman!"

He lets Addy go and steps in the middle of us, that way she doesn't storm at me and I don't do something stupid

"What the hell is he talking about?" He asks her

"I didn't want to leave you and you fucking know it" she says shaking her head falling to her knees picking up her shit

I scoffed "oh bullshit!"

Before I knew it I heard several sirens in the neighborhood, I look to Norman who shares the same confused look as I did

"Did someone call the fuckin cops?" He asks sighing

Addy shakes her head and stands up, by this time I realized what the fuck I've done and what the fuck is about to happen next

I shake my head and take off my ring, throwing it into the pile of shit

"You fucking win"
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I never fucking thought I'd be sitting in a jail cell, by my fucking self, over a domestic violence issue. I can only imagine what the fuck the news has been saying about me. Or what the fuck happened. My career is over..

Fuck.

My mind wanders over to the twins, and right then and there I lose it, I'm a sobbing mess, no matter how angry I was at Addison I shouldn't have done that I shouldn't have let my anger-

FUCK
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Jail is exactly what people make it out to be. I've been here for three fucking days and I hate it. Some motherfucker stole my pudding in the dinning hall and I'm pissed about it.

It's the same routine everyday, wake up, breakfast, outside time, come back in, lunch time, chill out in your cell, dinner time, shower time, lights out.

I've already had a gang member threaten to shive me In the fucking shower if I didn't bring him beans. 

Fucking beans, really?

I haven't spoken to Addison since that day, why would I? She destroyed my fucking life.

"Mr Morgan?" The police officer calls from the other side of the cell, snapping me out of my thoughts

"Yes?"

"You've been bailed out, it's your lucky day" he says

I look at him confused, but didn't think to ask him how or why, he unlocks my cell and I have the biggest grin on my face

I'm getting the fuck out of this place!

Fuck you Paul, get your own fuckin beans!

I get changed out of the jumpsuit and back into my jeans and T-shirt, they walk me to the front and I'm met with the faces of Andrew and Norman

They nod to me and smile, I run up to them and bring them in for a big hug

"Thank you guys" I quickly say

Andrew smiles "no problem now can we please get the hell out of here?"

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