Fate

Chapter 16

Skye

I followed Jason back to the apartment. His hand visibly continuing to ball into fists over and over again. I did not push him to talk. We walked into the house, he muttered, "I'll be back" under his breath before grabbing his keys and leaving. I almost wanted to go back to the pool. Why did I come back for him to just leave again? I took a deep breath. No, I'll just clean up, and maybe I'll try to sim. Haven't done that in a while. I put on the Hamilton soundtrack and cleaned the house. I will never admit it to my mom, but I secretly loved cleaning the house. It was the inner child in me that didn't want to be told when or how to do so.

A couple of hours later, the house is spotless, trash taken out, dishes away, dinner ordered, candles lit. I sat down at the computer to play. As I was updating the game, I decided to go and update my mods so it would jump right in. Opening up google to search it up. I didn't type anything in and was distracted by the most recent search history.

I cheated on my wife, how to get a divorce.

I want a divorce. How much will it cost?

My wife makes more money than me, I want a divorce. Will I get alimony

How to convince a wife not to write about an affair for reasons of divorce.

How to tell your wife you want a divorce.

How long to wait before going public with the woman you cheated with?

It's like my world was crashing down. Deep down I knew it wouldn't end between them. I fought back tears. That's it. I closed everything out. I was not in the mood to play. I just wanted to disappear. I went into the library. Not to read. Just to sit, process, cry.

I must have fallen asleep, I woke up close to 9pm, face puffy and skin sticky. I could hear the faint makings of the TV coming from the bedroom. Jason was home. I knew I had to face him. I knew a conversation was necessary. I went into the bedroom. He was sitting on the corner of the bed. I closed the door on instinct. I didn't say anything, just waited. His voice was gruff when he spoke. "I want to talk about divorce." He finally said it. my heart cracked. The tears flooded my eyes. I couldn't catch my breath. I have a history of panic attacks and could tell when one was coming a mile away. Jason knew too. He remained calm, letting me find my bearings. I had to put my back against a flat surface and get pressure around my chest. It's the only way I could calm myself. Our room didn't give much for flat surfaces. We had things on every wall. The only flat surface was the door. I sat against it and hugged my knees to my chest. I tried to even my breathing. Jason just stared at me, his eyes vacant of any love he once had for me. I was calming down, my breath starting to even out. I closed my eyes, focusing on those last few breaths.

Then came his hands. They wrapped around my neck, squeezing hard. My eyes shot open, meeting his. His eyes were dark, I didn't recognize them. He was choking me. My hands clawed at his trying to get him off, black crept into my vision. I felt his weight shift, his foot bracing on the door next to my head. Oh god. I'm going to die. He's going to kill me. His foot lifted and came down, kicking the door. I felt it starting to crack. Another kick, another crack. Again. My vision is worse now, the tears have flooded any sort of clarity. Another kick, another crack. A sharp pain hit my back, followed by a trickle of warmth flowing. Another kick, this time to my stomach, knocking the remaining air out of me. A hand released, letting some back in. I couldn't see now. A fist connected with the side of my head. I could hear him screaming, muffled. Another fist, this time to my jaw. There's no one to save me. I'm going to die. Another kick to the door. This time it broke the door in half, my body went backwards, he lost his grip. Air rushed back into my lungs, adrenaline kicking in. I sprawled away, crawling through the broken hole in the door. Bella ran over to me, she was visibly shaking. I got to my feet, my body was screaming. I was trying to get to the door. Trying anything to get there. I couldn't hear anything but muffled screaming and cursing. I didn't look behind me. I swung open the door, two police officers were standing there, one with a hand raised as if they were about to knock. Their eyes wide, my body gave out.

I woke up in my living room, a paramedic giving me oxygen, an officer standing by. Bella was lying next to me. She was calmer, no longer shaking. My hand found her head, petting her ears. The paramedic said something, but I couldn't quite make it out. I touched my ear, feeling something wet and sticky. Looking at my hand, now stained with blood. I tapped the paramedic's hand to remove the oxygen. Trying to keep my voice low since I couldn't hear it. "I can't hear, I don't know why." I said to both the EMT and the officer. The officer took out a pad and paper and scribbled something down before handing it to me.

Can you please write down your name, date of birth, phone number and statement?

I nodded and started writing.