The fire was lit, the curtains were closed and the house was cleaned. It was the first time that day since I had been able to sit back and place my feet on the wooden table that I bought from a cheap store in town. We didnt have alot of money, and what we did have was used for food or spent on things that was `none of my business`. The front door opened, and with a huff in walked John. Strong minded, subbon and utterly gorgeous John. From the huff of his voice and the harsh steps he took to his chair in the corner I could tell he had a rough day. Eager to help in any way to make him feel better, I stood up and walked the few steps to his brown mattered chain, bent down and gave him a peck on the cheek. Looking up at me with black eyes he shrugged me off him before clearing his throat. 

“ We need to talk Melissa” he told me, shaking like a dog that just came out from a warm summer’s day swim. Whatever it was that was on his mind at this moment, and the way he had been reacting lately each time he came home from the bar or gym, I could tell was not good.

***

Hours later, I am curled up in a ball rocking back and forth like a rocking horse but instead of having the best time of my life, I’m experiencing the worst to my life. My eyes are red and puffy, as they would be if you had been crying for the past 3 hours. My hands are crunched in a tight ball and my skin is bleeding, looking like I scratched it but do not know when or how. My life is ruined. John was my life, he was my everything and now he is my nothing. I was nothing to him. And still now, I am nothing to him. And she is everything.