Stone Cold Heart

♡ Chapter 19 ♡

Two weeks later when I woke up there was no Scott. Not that it surprised me or anything. I was woken up by my alarm. I dismissed the alarm and got out of the bed and opened the door to go use the bathroom. I walked into the silent hall, I wish I heard child laughter of my little mason but I haven't seen my children in a week because Scott lied to them saying that I was sick, they were staying over Chassidy's for a while for the sake of their safety. I asked her to take them. Scott was fine with it because he didn't want the kids to see that he beat their mother to a pulp. I missed them so much. I was supposed to go pick them up today after I came back from work. But there was no need for that because when I got from the bathroom, I was about to get my stuff to take a shower, I got a call from my boss
    "Hello is Marie Hughes there?"
    "Speaking"
    "I'm calling you to inform you that there isn't a reason for you to come back you have called in sick for two weeks and you haven't even checked in. I'm sorry to say...but you're fired, have a good day, goodbye we will send you your last paycheck in the mail" that's when she hung up, my jaw-dropping and it felt like my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I threw my phone on the bed and broke down.
            I couldn't believe that this happened to me, just another thing to pile on my plate. How the fuck am I going to pay for the rent now. I felt sick to my stomach, I ran to the bathroom and barfed up the content. When I was finished, I rinsed my mouth and just stood there crying. I just needed something to release my stress. I went downstairs to get my numbing medicine, aka a bottle of vodka because as of now I didn't want to feel anything. Maybe if I crawl into a bottle, I can shut these voices up, even if it's just for a moment to escape the fact that I'm living a nightmare. I got the bottle out of the cabinet under the sink and sat on the floor with my back against the cabinet door.
          I popped the bottle open and took a sip. It didn't do much but after 2 or 3 I started feeling good. I chugged almost half of the bottle now. I knew for a fact that I was going to get beat for touching his shit but honestly, I had no fucks to give. When I went back upstairs to take a shower. I took off my enlarged t-shirt and my panties then hopped into the hot water. I just relaxed in the bathtub until I drifted off to sleep. I didn't know what time it was but Scott came into the bathroom and with me up in a panic. I said "What do you want? I'm tryna sleep"
    "I was worried, you passed out you're still in the bathtub, come on let me help you up"
    "I'm.... fine" slurring my words
    "Are you drunk?"
    "I just took a little sip of your vodka, that's all"
    "What! Come on we are going to get your ass into something and you can sleep this off"
            I didn't say anything while he wrapped my wet body in a towel and he said "God Marie how much did you drink?!"
    "mmmI dunno" slurring my words once again.
    "Why?" he asked carrying me to the room
            When he sat me on the bed I yelled "I got fired because of you!" I finally had the courage to say what sober couldn't say.
    "Me?! I wasn't the one to call in sick for 2 weeks in a row"
    "You the fuckin one to cause me to do that! You beat me so I won't go!"
              He stood silent. I laid my head on my pillow and yelled "Here put this on, I'm trying to be nice to you!" Throwing a shirt and a pair of panties to me.
    "Rude ass! Just leave!" I yelled back "You can't tell me what to do!"
    "Yes, I can! Did you forget that I'm the mother of your children and was the only one paying for the fucking food in this house while you go out and 'work'"
    "What is that supposed to mean?!"
    "I know that you are fuckin other bitches, I smell it on you every night, you know I never wear perfume and you have it on your jacket every other week" Without warning, he takes a blow to my face and he said "Don't you ever talk to me like that! EVER!"
            He slammed the door shut and raced downstairs. Two minutes later he came back to the room and I felt a hand slap my face making me wake up. I see him screaming but I can't hear him. If I remember correctly, he said "You drank my shit at up!" He dropped the vodka bottle. Storming up to me he wrapped his hands around my neck and I struggled for him to let go. The longer he stayed there choking me the harder it became to breathe. Thirty seconds later I blacked out and that's all I remember, but that whole time I was thinking "what if my kids find me dead..."