DING-DONG!
You were sitting on the couch in the living room flipping through the channels absentmindedly. What you really had on your mind was what Tom was up to. His phone call left you wondering. First he asked you to get your mother out of the house. Then your father fled the coop with his cell phone wailing into it about someone on the roof and to get their butt ready to leave. Hes up to something, he is. You just couldnt get what. He and Morgan were up to some major stuff, just what?
DING-DONG!
"Damn that bell!" you got rose bouquet. "Um-"
"Gwen, you going to let me in love or am I just going to have to stand here all day?"
"Dan? What the hell are you doing here?" he shoved the bouquet in your hand. You threw the bouquet down and made to slam the door in his face but he was already inside on his knees. "What are you doing Dan?" you asked frustrated.
"Oh Juliet please forgive thee. I cant live without you my love!" you raised your eyebrows up at him. Was this his idea of a joke?
"Oh brother!" you lifted your hands up for emphasis.
"Oh my love dont give thee false relations! Instead profess thou love for thee!"
"Dan stop this! Your making a fool out of yourself." You said a bit angrily though you were highly amused by the apology.
"I am hear to repent my sins." He said still on his knees. "Even though I didnt do anything." He mumbled to himself but you heard clearly. You cleared your throat. "Oh Juliet-"
"Im not freaking Juliet and your not any Romeo!" you said lifting him up by his ear.
"Ow, Ow, Ow."
"Youre being childish." you said as you turned around letting him face your back.
"Gwen," he said putting his hand on your shoulder, "Im...Im sorry I made you hurt."
"Made is past tense Dan. Im still...still hurting." You heard him sigh. He put his arms around you but you pulled away and turned around to face him again. You didnt entirely look him in the eye. You kept your focus on the wall behind him.
"Have we lost all the trust in our relationship?" he asked you. "Maybe their wasnt enough trust in the beginning." He sighed.
"There was trust. I trusted you-"
"You can still trust me." He said lifting your chin up to look in your eyes. You looked deep inside his and wanted to believe him so badly, so badly, but your stubbornness held you back.
"I dont know." You said removing his hand from underneath your chin. "I just dont know anymore."
"Alright then, well build that trust again."
"Well try." You said not trying to sound as if you were correcting him. He shot you a glance and you didnt return it. You instead stared off into space.
FLASHBACK:
A little girl skipping through the house with her long brown hair flowing behind her. Her white frock flowing with the wind. Shes humming a tune to her doll. Her companion.
"Dont run darling. Youll fall." A woman calls.
"Im not running Fran. Im skipping." She corrects with a bright smile.
"You know very well that your mother doesnt like you calling me by first name. Your suppose to call me nanny."
"But she isnt here now is she?" The little girls eyes glint mischievously.
"Oh you little trouble maker you." Her nanny tickles her nose. The girl giggles loudly.
"Wheres grandpa and grandma?"
"Oh in the parlor dear, but dont go in there. Their having a grown up discussion." She winks and leaves the curious little girl behind. She tip-toes to the parlor and hides behind the wall.
"Their future is questionable Isabelle." A man with a suit says. He takes a puff out of a fat cigar and the little girl scrunches her nose in disgust.
"Yucky." She mumbles to herself.
"They have trust issues. Its not the end of their relationship Stephen. Youre so pessimistic." She takes a sip of her drink elegantly.
"Darling, shes cheated on our son plenty a time now. I cant have a daughter-in-law like this."
"Shes given us a beautiful granddaughter Stephen."
"A granddaughter that isnt even our blood!"
"Hush! I wont hear such nonsense. Shes just as much blood of ours as Alfonso."
"Lets just hope her blood stays like ours and not like her mothers."
"Women have their needs."
"So does that mean they need to go sleeping around? There hasnt been anyone so promiscuous in our family for generations. I wont allow it now." There was a silence. "Plus theyre always fighting now and dropping Gwyneth here whenever the circumstances are bad."
"Where else would the child go! A day care? My word Stephen."
"They wont last. Its not meant to be."
"What are you? Psychic? We know just as much as anyone else around. We cant foresee the future. All were going to stick with is that they have trust issues."
"Trust issues." He repeated.
END FLASHBACK
"Gwen?"
"What? Sorry."
"Never mind. The important thing is that we work on this. For our sakes and the babys." you nod. Its always about the baby as well. I wonder what would happen if there were no baby to begin with?
You two walk into the living room and sit down on your couch. You were silent for what seemed like ages. Every once in a while youd catch Dan staring at your leg but he would instantly look away.
"Why do you...do you...c...do that?" he says pointing to your leg. You shift uncomfortably. You knew hed have to ask eventually.
"Um..."
"Have you done it before?" he raised his eyebrow.
"Um..yes I have done it plenty." He sighs.
"Since when?" he says looking at the floor.
"Since I was younger."
"How long ago was that? Youre still young."
"Hence when I was younger."
"Any specific age?" he said leaning his elbows on his knees. Chin on his folded hands.
"I dont remember. Its been long. Twelve...maybe thirteen?"
"When was the last time you did it? Before this one."
"A little while before I came to London. I had just gotten out of therapy a week before I came here." Great he probably thinks Im a nut.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you do it?" he repeated.
"It...hurts less."
"How so? I dont think cutting your leg open hurts any less."
"You wouldnt know, but it does hurt less. Its easier to bleed from your leg or arm than from your heart." You look up at him and he dodges your eyes.
"Did I make your heart hu-"
"Yes." I say sternly. "But were working it out. Right?" You say and your eyes become a tad watery. You here the door close and footsteps walking up to the living room.
Your mother.
Dropped the groceries.
And...
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!? GET OUT! STAY AWAY FROM HER!"
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