𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂 ❶

𝟔𝟎. ✭ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈 ✭

The majority of my day had been spent laying in bed thinking about everything and nothing, staring at the wall. At one point I had hoped it or the bed would just swallow me whole, take me into an abyss of nothingness where I didn't have to think about life for a little while, its' complications. I know it's selfish of me not to want to deal with anything but the past two years had been the most stressful years of my life, the most heart-breaking too.

I've had to give up a lot of things over the course of two years. I've had to give up the man I was in love with, his child, my entire family. I had given up an entire life then I'd found another one just to have that reality ripped away from me as well. Nothing was ever how it seemed in my world. Nothing ever went according to plan either. It was a far cry from the future I had conjured in my head.

I had, for the briefest of moments this morning, pictured a life like Torey's parents had. After last night I thought maybe that could be a reality for the three of us. It'd seemed that way while we were all sharing a meal together this morning. But after that phone call— not anymore.

I should've known that couldn't be our reality anyway, Torey isn't like his fathers. Torey doesn't share. He may have last night but not entirely. There were moments that he needed my sole attention, that he demanded it.

I had text Brooks multiple times throughout the day but he never responded to any of them. I tried to call him, left multiple voicemails. I'm sure he's feeling much the same way I am which means he probably just needs his space. I would've much rather he spent the day in bed with me, not doing anything lewd, just cuddling and spending the last of our time together not apart.

After last night, I don't think my body will be able to take any sexual activity for a good while. The way the two of them had used every part of me, over and over again, was something I'd played in my head throughout the day as well. It was a rather confusing thing to be near depressed and then turned on a breath later.

Logically, I know why Brooks can't come with us just like I know why I have to go; the safety of my son being the primary reason. I know it makes the most sense for both Torey and I to go into protective custody with our son but it feels selfish. To leave our families to face the potential aftermath of everything while we tuck our tails between our legs and hide seems shameful. I'd mulled over the possibility of being able to reach out to Brooks once we were relocated but they'd be watching. If Brooks came to find us he'd probably be arrested and I'm sure someone would step forward and give the FBI all the intel they'd need to incarcerate Brooks. A lot of convicts will do what they can to knock some time off of their own sentence.

With a heavy sigh I push myself off of the bed. My legs ache from my prolonged time spent on the bed but I need a glass of water and maybe something to eat. I haven't really ate or drank anything since the breakfast Brooks had provided. That's another thing I would miss; Brooks amazing cooking. I'd gotten used to it over the last year. He spoiled me with it.

I manage to hobble my way toward the stairs. The pain isn't as bad as when I had woken up but I'm still sore, especially when sitting which is another reason I'd spent the day in bed. I hear the door to our room shut as I make my way down the stairs, wincing every now and again as I do. I hear Brooks and Torey arguing about something but can't hear what they're arguing about. They're always arguing about one thing or the other, Torey usually being the instigator.

Once I'm at the bottom of the steps I pause because Torey is standing extremely close to Brooks. There's only a breath between the two of them. For a moment, I think I'm going to have to get between them because of whatever they deem suitable to pummel each other over now. My eyes nearly bug out of my head when Brooks leans forward and kisses Torey. I expected Torey to shove Brooks off of him. Yell at him. Say something stupid. But he does none of those things. To my complete surprise, he shoves him against the fridge and kisses him harder, his hands even grasping Brooks' hips.