Dealing With Exes

Chapter 4

  (Narrorator's POV)

Mihee wandered in the backyard picking flowers and running around with Holly. The little chestnut dog wandered around her legs as they played. The holding area caught her attention as she walked over. She managed to get in without the guards noticing. Mihee grabbed a chair and propped it up next to the door and looked through the bars. Eric looked at her with a kind smile, his clothes were burnt and his hair was sticking on end.

"What are you doing in there mister?" She asked wrapping her little hands around the bars in the door.

"I live here, but I lost the key so now I'm stuck," Eric said in a kind voice, "I left them on that hook over there," he stood up and pointed over to the keyring on the opposite wall.

(Your POV)

"MIHEE!" You cried entering the holding area right before she took the keys off of the hook. She gave you and innocently confused look as you wrapped your arms around her and then cupped her cheeks, "What are you doing?"

"I was just getting mister his keys," Mihee said pointing at Eric's cell door. He was smiling through the window as his arm hung out of the bars. You glared at him and then looked at your daughter again.

"Don't come in here sweetie, mommy will get him his keys, you go play with Holly in your room," you said giving her a kiss on the forehead and turning her towards the door. She walked out and you whispered to one of the guards, "make sure she doesn't come in here ever again," then you turned towards Eric.

"Back already?" Eric asked stepping back from the door. You saw his burned clothes.

"What happened?" You asked in a monotone voice, it was more courtesy than actual worry.

"Your husband ordered an electric attack on me after we talked yesterday," he said lifting up his shirt to show you the burns.

"What did you tell Mihee?" You asked moving the chair away from the door.

"Just told her that I lost my keys," Eric asked, "I was hoping she'd get me out of here but you just had to come and crash the party," his voices changed to that chilling mumble, "I guess I'll have to punish you when I get out of this place." You glared at him, "there's that look."

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"The same look you gave me on the day I gave you that scar... why so many questions?" Eric whined.

"Because I want answers," you said.

"You say that yet you're not actually listening to me," Eric said, "what are you thinking about? Perhaps... that project we worked on?"

You sat in front of Eric on his bed scrolling through your laptop looking up information for your American History project. Eric was scribbling notes down in his notebook occasionally looking up at you and smiling. It was before he had ever attacked you, back when he was so gentle with you. He used to hold your hand and give you little kisses on your temple as you would walk through a park on a starry evening.

"Babe..." Eric said.

"Yeah?" You asked not taking your eyes off of the screen. His hands pushed the laptop screen so that your hands were still folded inside making you look up at him as you removed your hands and slid your laptop onto the bedside table.

"Let's take a break, we've been working for ever!" He said wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him.

(I'm warning you now, this one's a little extreme so yeah skip it if you want! Love y'all!)