all_hail_chaos' Journal

The sound of you walking away...
He stands, silhouetted by the dim light emerging from under the solitary lamb that illuminates the room. All the muscles in his clenched fists and jaw stand taunt, ready to explode outwards.

The cause of his frustration ignores him for now; adding layer and layer of make up to her face – until he can’t be sure where she ends and her mask begins.

“why are you doing this?” he asks, his words short and clipped.

She pauses and turns and looks at him; her eyes running over his stance and taking in his emotions.

“why do you care so much?” she responds, icily.

He flinches from her retort, and pauses mulling over his answer in his head.

Why did he care so much? He knew that she could take care of herself, yet why does his venomous anger rise so violently at the slightest hint of the events about to unfold?

Quietly he answers, oh so quietly “because I remember what you used to be like”

His answer and tone startles her, she pauses and approaches him, standing in front of him. Her feminine form only reaching his chest yet he still shrinks back slightly.

Crocking her head to one side, she stares him straight in the eyes.

Gazing down, he finds himself locked into those dark orbs; mirroring his own brilliant blue eyes.

“I’m doing this because I’m sick of the sound of you walking away”

“so dangle yourself in front of his credit card” he roared, grabbing her arms in a painful vice “when did you become a gold digger?”

“When you put this in me” she screams back at him, clutching her hands to her stomach.

His mouth hanging slack he staggered backwards into the wall, “that’s why your doing this?” he asked, horse and unbelieving, “you’ll sleep with him and then tell him it his?”

The accusation hung between them, as the silence stretched.

She looked guilty as her secret spilled out of his mouth; him, in denial.

Finally, she turned and looked at him; looking for once like the old girl he used to know. Sadness and fear creased her features, while tears welled up in those dark shadowed eyes.

“what can we do for it?” she cocked out between strangled sobs, “we’re second rate citizens, we can’t give him anything. I don’t want my child to grow up like this, and how do I know you won’t walk out again?”

Suddenly he was there, wrapping his eyes around her, stroking her hair and whispering in her ear, “you don’t need to become anyone’s whore to protect our child – I swear I’ll be here for both of you, you’ll make it through it all, somehow, you’ll see”

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