Love From A Distance

Chapter 14 Going Crazy

Millicent's POV

I'm taken outside to get my sh*t together.. because according to my husband I'm f*#king crazy.. I'm f*#king crazy? He is the one acting like a j*ckass but somehow I'm the one going crazy when I know for a fact those notes have to be written by someone, they didn't write themselves and if it's not us... then that means someone else let themselves into our house.. why isn't anyone else alarmed by this?

He is making me feel crazy because of my reaction as if they aren't justified. But I feel I have reason to worry. "I swear I'm not crazy!" I spat at Aiden who is with me.

"I never said you were." He softly replies as he leads me to the bench to have a seat. He sits down and leaves me room to join.. But I can't sit.

I start to pace back and forth in front of him, not knowing how to calm down. "Here." he says grabbing my attention as I see he has a hash pen in his hand, that he is extending towards me. I let out a deep breath as I take it from him to instantly take a hit. The smoke hits my lungs and there is a head rush that calms me down, but only a little bit. But I'll take what I can get.

"You're not crazy and I can see why you would be alarmed.. there was no one but the three of us in the house when we kissed.. but we did kiss that second time where it got heated and Wyatt did let people in.. so maybe one of them saw us.. but I don't know who got let in first because I was taking in your beauty.. not the people around." Aiden tries to help me feel better or make me feel not so crazy.. But it doesn't answer any questions.

"But who?.. and there were other notes too." I declare to him as he nods and leans forward. "Are you sure that the notes were referring to us? The note I read said you were naughty and sexy.. nothing to do with me." He states as I nod at him. "The note that I got in the bathroom said you're naughty for kissing him. So I don't know who else it would be about.. You're the first person I have kissed in half a year at least." I reply while throwing my hands in the air in disbelief.

"I am? Not even Wyatt?" He asks me as I shake my head.. "He hasn't even touched me in almost a year." I sadly state while I cross my arms across my chest. I'm pissed and now sad, thinking about that sh*t again.. and I think he can tell this.

He clears his throat as he changes the subject. "Where are these other notes? Did anyone sign them or anything that might indicate who it was?"

"So it really wasn't you?" I ask him as he looks taken back. "I think you're sexy for sure and I would like to see if you could be naughty.. But I wouldn't want to stress you out like this.. if it was me I would tell you.. don't you believe me?" He asks as I nervously chuckle as I nod. "Yes.. I'm sorry.. just covering all my basis I guess." I reply while sucking on his pen again. Getting that sweet, medicated high I need right now.

"Actually.. I was mad because of the notes and I did crumble them up and throw them away.. So maybe there was something else on them that I didn't see." I state getting excited as I bolt from him, back inside. I weave through the smiling people trying to act casual so they don't think I'm psychotic as well.

I glance around to see everyone looks happy and content which is all I could ask for when throwing a party for my husband's coworkers. My gaze bounces around until it lands on my husband who is sitting on the couch with that Lacey girl. She is laughing while throwing her long blonde hair over her shoulder. Looking elegant and I hate it.

She glances up to see that I'm looking at her as she quickly puts her hand on Wyatt's leg. rubbing it up and down as she smirks at me. It's not exactly a malicious smile it looks almost flirtatious. But the one thing that's irritating for any woman seeing her husband flirting, is that he doesn't stop the flirting.. I know he is good-looking, that's why I was instantly attracted to him.. but he needs to be able to control himself when girls throw themselves at him.. but obviously that's not the case here.. but if my husband was that easy to take, then she can have him.

I turn away from her, not wanting to see this woman.. I'm on a mission anyways.. I forgot about that after seeing them. But sadly I can say that the second time around of seeing this, does send a tinge of pain into my heart but as I said before.. we are both checked out of our relationship and there is nothing to salvage even if we wanted to.

I walk down the hallway and into our bedroom, straight to the bathroom to grab those notes and prove that it was about my kiss with Aiden.. and hopefully, there is something on it that might indicate who this is.. even if it is the same symbol that's been on the notes with gifts.

I open the bathroom door, leaning down to swipe the little trash can into my hands. I look in and there is nothing... nothing? What the hell? I know that I threw both the notes in here.. right? I remember being mad and crumbling them up.. I thought I threw them in here but maybe it was thrown somewhere else.

I set my phone on the counter right beside the hash pen so I don't break them with my next idea.. I bend down onto my knees to keep searching the floor because maybe I'm not that good of a shot and missed the trash.. But.. nothing on the floor. I swipe the shower curtain open and check in there, but nothing.. same all around the floor.

I stand up with no success as I reach out grabbing my phone, slipping it into my pocket.. then reaching for the hash pen.. But I don't feel anything.. I look down and see there isn't a hash pen on the counter.. But I just set it here.. I know I did.

I look around, lifting the bottles on the counter and moving things around thinking maybe I bumped it.. but nothing.. what the hell is going on with me? I look around in the bedroom behind me and I don't see anyone around who could've taken it.

Maybe it was Aiden getting his pen back from me.. he is the only one that knows I have it.. So I walk to the bathroom window that faces outside. I move the curtain and unlock the window to open it and see that Aiden is still outside on the bench, waiting for me.. but not smoking.. and I don't think he would come in and grab this without saying anything to me.

I'm puzzled by this.. I shut the window and looking around the bathroom for any signs of someone else being there and I don't see anything besides the mess I made moving sh*t around. I know I brought that hash pen in.. right?.. I think.. yes I did.. dammit I'm hating today.. I feel so crazy and the craziness feels stronger as the day goes on.

I search the bedroom, looking for anything out of the ordinary and nothing pops out at me.. nothing.. absolutely nothing.. which makes this more frustrating than it needs to be, because now I don't know what to think.. I'm starting to question my sanity.

But I know I saw a note.. Aiden read the note I had.. I reach into my pockets and try to find the note I let Aiden read and I don't have it.. did he keep it? I turn around and leave the room, trying to find out the answer to this.

I quickly leave the house because I am starting to freak out. I get outside, shutting the glass door behind me which gets Aiden's attention. He sees the alarm on my face as he quickly stands up. "Milly you ok?" He asks as I quickly inquired. "Do you have the note I showed you? the sticky note?" he checks his pockets and shakes his head as he recalls. "I'm pretty sure I handed it back to you." He states as I swallow the lump in my throat.

"Did you come in and grab your hash pen?" his eyebrows scrunch together as he shakes it. "No.. you had it.. right?" he asks as I nod but turn around not knowing what to say.

"I thought I did too.. So I went into the bathroom to get the notes but they weren't there.. I looked all around the bathroom thinking maybe I missed the trashcan when I threw it away.. but before I did that, I took the hashpen out of my pocket and set it on my bathroom counter.. after I stood up it wasn't there anymore and I didn't find the notes.. but I did find my husband flirting with that blonde inside." I declare to him in a spiteful tone, feeling frustrated at this whole situation that just seems to keep getting worse.

"Does that bother you that he is flirting with her?" he asks me as I quickly look his way.. did he not hear the other parts I mentioned about the notes and his pen? "What? Did you not hear about the pen or note thing?" I spat at him as he replies. "I wasn't trying to offend, but I heard that.. I was just wondering because you seemed more hurt by the flirting part than the notes or pen."

I scoff and glare at him as I see he is serious. "I.. was just irritated about that sight.. it hurts a little to see how easily he can flirt in our own home.. and of course she has to be the complete opposite of me which makes me feel worse.. like.. what's wrong with me?" I reluctantly admit, not wanting to talk about this.

"Maybe the stress of all of this is getting to you.. and maybe you're not seeing clearly because of it.. You're misplacing things and getting frustrated over a missing paper and I think it all stems from the fact that your husband is acting like this.. and maybe our kiss.. I never wanted you to regret anything with me.. and I wasn't trying to ruin this before it started, this was too much to put on you.. I'm sorry." He says to me looking guilty as I feel my brows touch in confusion.

"What? No.. no.. that's not it." I say shaking my head as he shakes his. "It's ok Milly.. I understand I did what I wasn't supposed to but I wasn't trying to push you." He says standing up as I shake my head more.

"No it's not that.. this just hurts.. I'm still married to that assh*le and yes his actions are pissing me off, but that doesn't mean I regret mine.. but that's not what I'm concerned with.. why is everyone pushing aside the fact that someone has been letting themselves into my room and writing notes, getting rid of the notes and even taking the hash pen with them.. while I was in the room." I spat at him, pacing more not knowing what to do.

"I'm not pushing it aside, I just don't think that the notes are what we should be worrying about at this moment.. or the hash pen that I'm sure you probably just misplaced.. it's fine.. I think we need to calm down and then when we have a clear head, explain things to Wyatt." He explains to me as I shake my head hating this.. I think this is his nice way of saying he doesn't believe me about the notes or the hash pen. I want to take care of things but not like this.

"I didn't misplace it.. I set it on the counter and then it was gone.. when I was in there!" I snap as he asks, "But you didn't hear anyone?" I shake my head as he adds. "Then what? a ghost?" He asks almost sounding sarcastic.

I huff out rolling my eyes. "Not a ghost.. a stranger in my room.. I mean come on, my house is filled with them.. it could be anyone in there." I reply as he walks over to me. "Let's get a fresh pair of eyes in there and we will look for the hash pen and notes together."

I nod as we walk inside with him leading me through the house until we get to the bedroom. He starts looking around as he snickers to himself. "Look you set the hash pen on your dresser by the closet.. not the counter in the bathroom.. see.. it's fine." He says with a smirk on his face just thinking I'm crazy.

"I'm not crazy.. I KNOW I put it on the bathroom counter.. I went out into the bedroom to search for it.. but I didn't put it in here." I spat in irritation feeling my anger build.

"It's fine.. not a big deal.. let's look for these notes you think you threw into the bathroom." He says leading me to the bathroom. There is a note in the trash can as he plucks only one out and unravels it to see that it is the one he already read.

Once he shows it to me I feel my heart racing. "That's not the note I put into there. It was the other two." I exclaim as he says, "There aren't any other notes in this trash or on the floor.. but there is the one I have already seen.. that should make you feel a little better."

"Why would that make me feel better? everything is being moved around and now missing, making me feel crazy.. I KNOW I threw the two notes from before into that trash." the anxiousness in my tone is undeniable as he stands up and showing me the one note in there. "I'm sorry Milly but it's only this note.. are you sure that there were others?" He asks me, making it sound like he doesn't believe me.

I just nod as I grab my phone turning away from him. "What are you doing? are you ok? Is there anything I can do to help you feel at ease?" Aiden shoots these questions at me like a machine gun, one after the other.

"I'm going to go talk to a neutral source. I'm calling my therapist." I declare, actually feeling good about this.. because I need to talk to someone who doesn't have feelings in this situation and he might have good advice about what I can do going forward.