Mind Games

Chapter 52 - Wendy

A/N: For riya_thewriter

She felt hungry. Really hungry.

Wendy stretched in her bed, reaching out for her phone to check the time.

She frowned. Switched off? Had she forgotten to charge it?

She thought back to the previous night.

It seemed almost foolish now. Thinking Sam was cheating on her. Wanting to kill herself.

She smiled, sheepishly.

Amy was truely a lifesaver.

Another realisation hit her and she jumped out of bed.

Fuck! Work!

Now that she was alive, she still had to go back to that soulless office, she thought wryly.

She pushed aside the heavy curtains. It was bright outside. Too bright. Was it almost noon?

She plugged her phone in to charge, hurriedly.

Should really not depend on my phone for the time, she thought, as she rushed for a shower.

She could take the day off she supposed, but then she barely had any leaves left. She could save today if she hurried, and take a long weekend off with Sam.

She smiled. It was like a huge burden off her.

The past month or so, she had plagued herself with thoughts of losing Sam.

Wondering if she could stay with him knowing that he was cheating?

Wondering if he would choose to stay with her or move on with the other woman?

Wondering if she could live her life without him?

As the apple fragrance of her shampoo filled her bathroom, she felt happy after a long time.

Even if Sam was cheating on her wouldn't it have been stupid to kill herself for it?

She was strong. She was independent. She loved him, yes. She didn't have much of a family left, yes. But did she really need him so much that she couldn't live without him?

Not really.

She didn't have any meetings today. Jeans and t-shirt would do. She twisted her hair into an untidy bun and glanced at her phone.

11 am.

Damn it!

She grabbed her bag and rushed out of her apartment. If she was lucky she could save herself a half day.

1.30 p.m.

Wendy stood up from her desk and rubbed her eyes.

Incredible how much back-log could be created by being 2 hours late to work, she rued.

She decided to grab lunch at the cafe opposite her office.

She didn't particularly liked her work colleagues or the canteen food. She hadn't had the time to eat anything since morning. And she needed to give her already overworked mind some space.

She glanced at her phone as she picked up her stuff. She felt a pang of disappointment - no message from Sam.

She took a deep breath and walked away resolutely.

Cheating or not, she couldn't base her happiness on him.

7 p.m.

Wendy got up from her desk wearily. Her shoulders and head ached.

She looked at her phone.

No message from Sam.

She felt a wave of irritation.

It had been almost four years. She had been trying to bring up the topic of marriage lately, but he kept avoiding it.

May be that's it, she thought bitterly. He doesn't want to commit to me. Wants to keep his options open.

On a whim, she grabbed her phone and messaged Fred.

He'd always had a thing for her. May be she should have given him a chance.

Her phone pinged and a small smile grew on her face. Of course he would be happy to meet her for a drink. He wouldn't be too tired like Sam always claimed to be.

Ignoring the pin prick of guilt, she grabbed her bag defiantly.

Fuck Sam! She deserved better than this shit!

Not too far away from her office, the cops had just managed to break into Sam's apartment.

Sean rubbed his aching head as he saw the man lying lifelessly, hanging from the knob of the bathroom door, with the very tie he had probably intended to wear to work that morning.

As Sam's body was loaded into the ambulance, the woman he intended to marry smiled at the man across her. And sipped her wine.