Skellingtons in the closet

Chapter 1: Helpless and homeless

4 years later....

"FUCK YOU, CHRIS, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, YOU'RE NO FUCKING GOOD, WHY DID I EVEN FUCKING MARRY YOU?!"

"BECAUSE YOU FUCKING LOVE ME, AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT!!! YOU AGREED TO MARRY ME WHEN I KNEELED DOWN, YOU BITCH!!"

"WHAT A BIG MISTAKE THAT WAS!! I SHOULD'VE SLEPT AROUND AFTER I FOUND YOU FUCKING MEGAN!!"

"AND TO THINK ABOUT IT, I'M FUCKING GLAD I DID!!

"IF YOU ENJOYED IT SO MUCH, THEN GO CRAWL BACK TO HER"

"MAYBE I WILL!!"

"GOOD FOR YOU, AND WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, BE SURE TO TELL HER THAT SHE CAN KEEP YOU"

I open our bedroom and saw our son, Tyler, crying in the hallway, I calmed down and kneeled in front of him.

"Aw, hunny, don't cry,"

I picked him up and patted his back, heading to his room and closed his door behind me and sat him on his bed.

"Mommy, do you and daddy hate each other?"

"Oh, no, buttercup we're just having some disagreements right now, we love each other,"

"Then why do you scream and yell mean things to each other?"

"It's how two people love each other express their feelings,"

"I thought they tell each other I love you...you and daddy used to say that a lot..."

I felt my eyes burning from tearing up, I told him that me and Chris were just angry at each other but everything will be normal again and kissed his cheek and pulled his superman suitcase out from his closet and filled it with his clothes and toys.

"Mommy, where are we going?" He asked, grabbing his Joker action figure.

"We're going to visit Auntie Maria,"

"Yay!! I miss Aunt Maria, I like to play with the big holes in her ears,"

I giggled and wiped away a tear, closing his suitcase.

"Mommy has those too,"

"And so does daddy and uncle Josh, they're so cool, I'm gonna get those when I grow up,"

Chris and I argue almost everyday now. It's becoming hell. And it's not healthy for us, or Tyler. I hate it when he sees or hears us fighting, so I take him to Maria's house before anything gets too out of hand for him to see. Maria lives alone, but she's always coming up with games to play, Tyler loves it over there.

"Stay in your room, mommy is going to get her stuff and then I'm gonna come back for you and we'll go see aunt maria,"

I left his room, closing his door behind me and went back to our room, Chris was sitting on the bed, playing his videos games.

"That's all you ever do now, play fucking games all day," I scold as I put my hair up in a ponytail and slide on my shades and grab my purse.

"Where do you think I'm going?"

"Don't worry about me now, Chris, you obviously didn't worry about me when you went to the club last night and didn't come back until eight this morning, not to mention you were covered in hickies," I scoffed and headed to Tyler's room, grabbing his bag and picking him up, going down the long staircase. Chris followed behind speaking under his breath.

"You're not taking my son," he demanded.

"Yes, I am, he wants to see his aunt,"

"Don't worry, daddy, we'll be back, right mommy?" Tyler said.