I don't wanna lose you ~Janiel

Part 1

       "What do you mean you want to move!"  I screamed at Joey staring back at me angrily. "It's the chance of a lifetime!" He says "A chance to actually start my career!" I had never seen him so mad before. His face was bright red and I could tell he was holding back tears. "But L.A. Is our home. It always has been." I reach to rub his arm arms sympatheticky but he pulls away at the last second.

     "Why can't you just consider it!" He shouts "Why can't you consider me!" I yell back. "You make all these important life decisions and you never consult me! You're acting ridiculous!"  I say "I'm acting ridiculous!?" He says "At least I can make adult decisions!" He mocks

     "I wish I never married you!" The room went silent and immediately I regret what I said. I put my hands over my  mouth as if it would make the situation go away.  "I'm out of here." He finally says clinching his teeth. I tried to stop him but my words had been to powerful and in a blink of an eye he had made up his mind. "Joey wait! Please!"

     He didn't even look at me, he couldn't. "No!" He shouted, his voice cracking. Then suddenly in a glimpse of rage I lost my temper. "Fine go! See if I care!"

       He ran out and slammed the door right in my face. In that moment I had no emotions. I was in shock from what had happened and the room was tense and quite.

      "Whatever." I mumbled to myself. "We're still married. weather he likes it or not."

       I walked upstairs into the bedroom trying to shake things off and get ready for bed. I grab my  green checkered pajamas they were my favorite pair and Joey had gotten them for me a few years back. I squeezed them in my hands then put them back into my dresser. I guess a grey t-shirt and boxers will have to do for tonight.

       As I lay in bed I notice how quite the room is without Joey. I miss the sound of his breath and warmth of his body as I hold him tightly at night. I couldn't Bare it anymore.

         I had to talk to him. I had to know everything was alright.

   hey, you there? I wrote.

    I didn't give him much time to reply properly about five or ten minutes, but the anxiety in me new I had to text him again

     hey I'm sorry please come home. A few more minutes go by but Still, no response.

       "Don't worry" I tell myself  "he'll be back soon...hopefully."

        I attempt to ease my worries and try to sleep,  But just as I start to take my stress levels from a ten to a six I get a call that would change my life.

    "Hello?"