I felt my consciousness regain strength, but I did not open my eyes. I was dreaming... memories... I gently rolled over to my other side on mine and San’s bed, it wasn't long before sleep took over again...
I ran up the main marble stairs of our mansion, crying...
"... You’re not what I want anymore!" Korbin shrieked, walking and stopping at the bottom of the stairs. "I don't want to be with you anymore!"
I cried louder as I reached the top of the stairs. Stopping, I leaned over the top banister and watched him yell at me.
"I’m telling you! Are you listening?" He continued. "I’m done with you!"
"How can you do this? You’ll just forget about us?" I shouted back, attempting to sniff some of my tears away.
"Why don't you get it?!" He moaned. "You’ll never get it!"
"Get what, Korbin?!" I yelled.
"THERE IS NO US!!" He roared. "Not anymore."
I gasped, at his words, at his coldness, at his statement.
He stared up at me from the bottom of the stairs. I stared back, anger boiling inside of me.
"How..." I whispered.
"WHAT?!" He spat.
"NOTHING!" I screamed. With that I ran back to our bedroom, and jumped onto the bed and hid under the covers. I could hear his footsteps as he ran up the stairs.
Soon enough, he entered the bedroom at a quick pace.
I hid my whole body, including my face from view, under the covers. I peeped a little to see his legs standing next to my side of the bed.
Suddenly, the covers were pulled off of me and his hands were gripping my shoulders.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" He yelled into my ear, my face inches away from his as he held me up.
Hair was covering the front of my face, and my head was bent backwards, limp. I did not want to look at him. I made no effort to talk, no effort to get out of his grip.
"Well?!" He urged, shaking me abruptly.
After what seemed like two minutes of waiting, he threw me back down onto the mattress. I lay there, still as twisted and bent as a messed up plank of wood...
I heard his footsteps as he walked out of the room and slammed the door closed behind him... leaving me there in my docile state...
He was leaving me... He didn't want me anymore... There was no reason he said... He just didn't want me... He was bored of us... He was tired of being married... to me...
Did he hate me? Did he not love me?
Tears poured out of my eyes as the thought occurred... Did he ever love me...? How could I be surprised about this? Boring old me... I knew it was too good to be true when we first met... Then he asked me to marry him... Oh, why did I say yes! Why! I should have known he would get tired... he would get bored....
My mind stirred as that dream fizzled, and time fast forwarded itself to... to a familiar setting. The next morning....
I was sitting in our kitchen, at the breakfast table... pouring some tea in my favorite cup... waiting... waiting... I took a sip... waiting... waiting....
Finally, Korbin’s footsteps were heard and soon after he entered the kitchen, staring me squarely in the face.
I watched him silently, as he pulled a chair out and sat opposite me on the table.
After a moment or two...
"Morning...." He spoke quietly.
I nodded my head in response.
He swallowed... and then I swallowed. Taking another sip out of my cup, I placed it down and stared him in the eyes.
"Tell me honestly... What do you want?" I asked, trying to hide the solemnity in my voice, although I’m sure my swollen eyes must have given it away.
He blinked at the boldness of my question.
"Well..." He cleared his throat. "I want to be free of this... Of us... We’ve had a great few years... But... I’ve thought long and hard... and... You just don't make me happy anymore... You’re not the one for me. I don't want -"
"Okay." I cut him off, gently. I had asked him what he wanted. Not what he didn't want. I already knew what he didn't want... He didn't want me. And for some reason I didn't hate him for it... I couldn't hate him for it... "Okay... If you don't want to be with me anymore... then... I can't make you..."
The memory blasted out of my mind abruptly... I could feel my consciousness urging me to continue sleeping... I allowed it to...
"Where are you going?" Another day... A few weeks later... I was heading out on a Saturday morning and Korbin was curious.
"Just to see a friend." I was sliding my feet into my sandals.
"Okay..." Korbin hesitated.
"Oh Kory... where are you honey boo?" The bitch called from upstairs.
I winced, and he liked it. Smirking, he said, "I’ll be out tonight; so it will just be you, my dad, and my new ‘mother’-fucker." He hesitated again, "That’s if you’re home."
With that, he spun around and marched through the hall and back up the stairs, leaving me alone in our large porch... contemplating whether to come back at all.
Author's Note and Comment Replies
So... How was that? Enjoy it? Confused yet? If you’re getting to the stage where you’re like ‘W.T.F.?’ Every time you read a chapter, then it means I am writing the story successfully... You guys just wait and see what happens next...
Thanks for all the feedback and the answers you gave! My favorite answers were:
"I think it was normal, just human tendency." - Lucy
Excellent Lucy, your answer was really interesting, and you’ve made a key point - Yes... they are the stars of my story... but all the characters are still just human! What can we expect? Thanks for commenting and thanks for your support. Enjoy the next chapter.
"If I were at Vi's position, it would worsen me because to me the only person who tars could break is my mother." - Kai
What I like about your answer Kai is the fact that you related it to your own senses and your own nature. It’s nice to see you connecting with Vi’s character, and I’d definitely agree with you. A mother’s tears are completely different from a strangers! Thanks for reading the story and thanks for your support. Enjoy this next chapter!
"I would want my mom to be strong for me, which would help me in the long run." - Sasha.
Nice point Sasha, and also, I think you’ve illustrated with your answers that perhaps Viola hasn't always been surrounded by the best support, or the best people. I know she has Sandra in prison, but what about before her trial? Her mother cried so much when she saw her actually in prison... What she must have done when she found out about the trial - the sentence? How could this have affected Vi? Thanks for reading, and thanks for the support and kind words. Enjoy this chapter!
Unzel - Thanks for the comment! I really appreciate you reading my story. Thanks for the support, enjoy the rest of the story!
Okay... How about a competition? You don't have to do it if you can't be bothered but I thought it would be fun.
Question: How many flashbacks have there been in the story so far? Including the ones in this chapter?
The first two people to comment with the correct number, will see their names included in the story... Excited? I am.