My dear, I will love you forever.

Disaster

A/N Okay, Hi. Dont skip this. I want to say thanks for reading my story! With very rare updates I didn't think anyone would stick with me. THANK YOU. Chappie is in honor of 200 reads!***************

America POV

It is just 2 days until Christmas. So now of course is the time I get sick. I roll over in bed to face the window, the light snow drifts to the ground and covers everything in a white blanket. I feel Maxon lay an arm across my stomach and kiss my temple. 

"Morning my dear." He murmurs.

"Im not your dear." I groan. I feel gross, sweaty and cold at the same time. I leap out of bed and run to the bathroom. I kneel in front of the toilet.

"America? Ames are you okay?" Maxon cries. I groan and hear his feet hit the floor and walk over to me. He pulls my hair back and starts to braid it.

Ugh. I heave and throw up my dinner from the night before. I reach for the roll of toilet paper nearby and wipe my mouth. Maxon wraps his arm around my waist and under my knees, and carries me back into my bed. I groan and hug my pillow. I feel Maxon sit back down on the bed. 

"Max," I say, "What if....." I feel him stiffen. I begin to panic, what if he doesn't want a kid. 

"Maxon, you're scaring me. Talk, please." I whisper. He sighs.

"America, we're 20 and 22, are we really ready for a responsibility like that?" Maxon says softly. 

"Maxon, you're not the one that has to carry it for 9 months, then push it out of yourself." I sigh. He glares at me.

"I didn't ask America. I just don't know if I could handle the responsibility." I sit up and look at him. 

"Maxon. Calix. Schreave. Get out of this room." I say calmly.

"What!?" He exclaims. "This is MY house, and you are MY wife therefore I can tell Y-"

"Shut up Maxon!" He glares at me. Then I feel a flash of pain across my face. I fall to the floor. I scramble backwards and look at Maxon through the tears in my eyes. He slapped me.....My own husband. He realized what he did and is standing there mortified. 

"Ames....I...I'm sorry......I..." He stutters.

"GET AWAY FROM ME." I scream. Runs in the Schreave family, I remind myself.

He turns and walks out of the room. I run to my closet and throw on a coat and sneakers and run out. I see Maxon standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hands, tears streaming down his face, hands trembling. I walk past him and out the door into the snow. I hear the crunch of the snow beneath his feet as he comes after me. I whirl around and look at him.

"What do you want, Clarkson." I mutter under my breath. He looks hurt at that. His father was a cruel man, who beat his family when he was drunk or just in a bad mood. I feel slightly bad for saying it, but then again, he slapped me across the face.

"Ames, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Can you come inside please, you're going to get even more sick." He says softly.

"No. I'm going out. I'll see you in a bit." I say coldly. I walk away from him.

"America please!" He cries desperately. 

I go to the one place he would never go, his parents graves.