Rival Lovers (Completed)

Chapter 23

3 Days Later

"Where are you going?" I asked Francis as he got out of the bed. He grabbed his clothes and started to put them on. They were all over the room from last night when we had sex.

Francis got pretty drunk last night and wondered into my bedroom. He woke me up around 3 am and demanded sex. I figured after a few rounds and a lot of booze coarsing through his system that he'd end up going back into his own room and going to sleep. But instead, he slept in my room with me, with his arm around my waist the entire time telling me how excited he was to be a dad.

It was a good thing that he was excited but I wish it would be under different circumstances. Neither of us want to be with each other, and I don't want to raise a child with someone who doesn't want to be with me. I know he wants to try, but sometimes trying doesn't always work out the way you want it to.

"I'm going out for a little while, don't wait up,"

The way he said the words were full of rage, but I don't understand why. He was acting so hateful toward me. I haven't done anything for him to be upset with me.

These past few days we have ignored each other, not bothered to speak or be around one another. Whenever I am in a room he will not talk to me or make it his mission to not let me see him or even give me the chance to speak to him, even though I have no intention to.

"Where are you going?" I asked him the same question that I had just previously asked not just seconds ago.

Francis turned to me as he was no longer facing me as he got dressed. He zipped up his pants zipper and glared at me. The fire and rage from his voice, was showing in his eyes.

I was worried, and scared for myself. I didn't really fear Francis, just what could come out of him. He wasn't like his father, not 100%. I've heard horrible things about his father, but Francis doesn't seem to have those traits, even though I've only spent some time with him.

"Beverly," he said calmly, which only surprised my since the rage and fire inside of his eyes were still there, "...you need to learn to mind your own fucking business. Understood?"

Once he hit the word 'fucking' the rest of his sentence was rude and loud.

I rolled my eyes, not really fearing what he could do at the moment.

I instantly regretted my actions when Francis grabbed onto my face and pulled me close to him. "I am in a bad fucking mood Beverly, don't fuck with me!" Francis spit out.

My eyes were now watering. I wasn't the biggest fan of getting yelled at. It only reminded me of my father, and his fucking treatment after my mother died.

"I'm sorry," I muttered out and Francis pushed me back. He stood there for a few seconds just staring at me, and after a minute or two, without a word coming from either of us, he huffed out loud and sighed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get upset," Francis said before walking out of my room without saying another word.

My entire face showed what I was feeling, complete and utter shock.

I've never seen Francis act like that, he's never gotten that aggressive, not even the night of our wedding when he told me he knew about me and Wrennly...

3 Days Ago...At The Wedding

"Wait...what are you talking about?" I asked him trying to play it off as if I didn't know what he was talking about. I had no interest in telling him the truth, not for my sake, but for Wrennly's.