It's been a week and I haven't seen Dre. My mom has brought Jay to see me twice and won't really tell me why Dre hasn't came to see me. This feels like deja vu. I know our fight was bad but I didn't think she'd take it this far. I want my wife. Maybe this is karma. This is probably how she felt for that week or so I was out getting high. All she wanted was her husband. I sat in my chair in my room and with my head in my hands. Frustrated. "Mike," Angel said as she stood in the door way. "She just needs space right now. She's not in the right head space." She said. "That doesn't make me feel better. Last time she took anxiety medication she found herself in a bar. It made her worse. Who is she going to call if that happens again. Just please let me call her. I am begging you." I said getting up, begging to talk to my wife. "Michael..... let me talk to Dr. Taylor. Okay?" She sighed. I nodded.
"Come on mike. She said make it quick." Angel said. I popped up and quickly followed her. She took me into her office. I sat down quickly, calling Dre. It rang 3 times then she picked up. "Hello?" She answered softly. "Dre." I said relieved to hear her voice. "Michael, what's wrong?" She asked. "You-you haven't been here in over a week. Why haven't you visited. You promised you'd visit every week." I said getting upset. She was silent. "Michael.... I-I.... I just can't right now, okay?" She said frustrated. "You can't what? Visit your husband?" I asked getting more upset. "You don't understand. This isn't about you!" She said getting mad. "Stop taking those fucking pills!" I said through my teeth. "That's not your call to make Michael." She stated. "You know what, fine. You don't want me anymore. Fine. Goodbye." I said hanging up.
A couple day's past, "She's called up here a couple times." Angel said as i laid in my bed refusing to get up. "I don't want to talk to her." I said. "Okay." She said softly walking away. It took so much to get her to stop taking them last time. I knew this was a bad idea. I should've fought harder for her not to take them. Maybe I should call her mom? No..... I still haven't faced her parents since I've relapsed. Damn it. My life is fucked. My heart hurts, just thinking about Dre not being herself. I feel so much pain, and I don't know how to fix it all.
Dres pov
I sat on the couch, mad at myself. I can't stop making this worse. "What's wrong Audrey?" My mom asked sighing, tired of my constant problems. "I'm done with these pills. It's been two weeks tomorrow and I'm done." I said serious. She sighed. "I think you should stick with it. The doctor said it sometimes takes months for the side effects to work themselves out." She said. "No. I'm ruining my marriage. I've been so horrible to Michael and......everyone keeps telling me how mean I've been and I'm not myself. I'm like an empty person. I rather be an emotional mess than be an empty person. I can't even tell Michael I love him." I said mad. I took a couple deep breaths, "mom. I cannot take this medication anymore. This is my life, my body and I'm done." I said calmly. "I'm scared that your going to have a mental break down coming off this medication." My mom said sitting next to me. "Me too but mom, I miss Michael. I can't see him till I'm normal again. Michael cannot handle this right now. Us fighting is going to hurt his recovery." I said.
I was two days off my medication and I felt okay. I felt a little down but that's okay. I kept to myself today. I stayed in Michaels office and did his paperwork. A knock echoed through the room, "come in?" I asked confused. Noah walked through the door looking around the room, "is there something I can help you with?" I asked politely. He sat down in the chair across from me, "when does this other boss come back?" He asked. "Hopefully in about two months." I replied. Most of the new employees don't know who Michael is or that he's my husband. I told Will I'd like to keep it that way for now. "Maybe I can talk to him about taking your position." He stated. "What?" I asked confused. "I just think head writer is too much for you. You're constantly gone, and I'm picking up your slack anyways." He said having no shame. I just giggled. "Yeah maybe. I'm sure the other boss would love to hear your complaint about me." I said closing my binder of paperwork. "Yeah. Then you could just stick to being his assistant and leave the real work to me." He smiled. "Get out." I laughed. "I'm serious." He said getting up. "I know and that's the funny part." I said as he left.
