Falling Sky

[2] Some Things Aren't Meant To Be

Mariska's POV

I woke up and rolled over to face Dylan's side of the bed. I jerked my self back almost sending me flying off the edge of the mattress. He was there.

Somehow he must have found his way back to bed whilst I was asleep. He stirred at my sudden movement. Please don't wake up, please don't wake up. I begged silently.

"Morning beautiful" he smiled.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I shuffled to the very edge of the mattress and jumped up.

"Baby what's up, what happened?" He asked, worry lines etched on his face.

Oh my god. He doesn't remember.

"Do you not remember last night?" I tried to calm myself.

"No what happened, did some one hurt you? I'll kill them!" Dylan stood up and walked around the bed towards me. I backed up against the wardrobe.

I inhaled. "Dylan, it was you."

He dropped his shoulders and he looked almost scared.

"What?"

I was still stood there holding the same breath I had taken earlier.

"Mariska? Mariska breathe!"

I shook my head, and let out the breath. "Dylan you were drunk last night when you came home, and-and you hit me"

"Oh my god, Mar I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you." He reached out his arms to me, I folded my arms over my body and leaned away from him.

"You assaulted me Dylan"

"I-I what? No I wouldn't do that"

"You sexually assaulted me."

"Mariska you know I would never mean anything, I didn't mean to hurt you, I was drunk and.." he stammered, I was not going to let him talk himself out of this.

"And I think you need to leave, now." I uncrossed my arms, pushed passed him and walked to the chest of draws containing his clothes. I pulled the draws out and up turned then one by one emptying his clothes onto the bed.

"Come on, can't we just talk about this?" he begged, stuffing his clothes back into a draw.

"There is nothing to talk about. I can't ever trust you again." Emptying the draw onto the bed again.

"But Mar-"

"Get your shit and get out!" I yelled dragging out a suitcase from the bottom of the wardrobe and shoving his clothes in.

"Mariska please"

I was really struggling to keep my shit together now. "I SAID GET OUT" I took a breath "now."

He threw in the last items of clothing and zipped up the suitcase. He looked sorry for himself, he had no right.

Dylan pulled the suitcase off of the bed and wheeled it to the bedroom doorway that I was stood next to, he stopped and whispered in my ear.

"You know, maybe I'll come back sometime, pay you a little visit."

I cringed, as he walked out slamming the front door as he left.

I turned round, slammed the bedroom door and slid down it, crying.

So much had changed in under 12 hours.

I spotted a picture frame, with a picture of me and Dylan on the SVU set inside it.

Wiping my eyes, I stood up to retrieve the frame and smashed it in the floor. Walked over and stamped on it.

From a distance I could hear someone, a woman screaming.

Then I realised that it wasn't in the distance, the screams were coming from me.

I bent down and took out the picture. We looked so happy. I hated it. I remembered that Dylan kept a lighter in his bedside draws. He had given up a year ago but he still kept the lighter because he would play with it when he missed smoking. I got it out and walked to the kitchen sink carrying the photo, Looking at the photo one more time before setting the corner alight.

I stared at it for a while, holding it. It wasn't until I could feel the heat getting closer and closer to my hands that I dropped it in the sink and ran the tap to put it out. Washing that chapter of my life down the drain.

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A/N: what will the next chapter hold?

Wow this was extremely long winded..I watch to much tv.

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