Après (sequel to Arranged marriage with Adnan)

Chapter 13

"Adnan!" I screamed from downstairs.

I waited for his response, but still, I heard nothing.

I tried again, "Adnan!"

I had enough. I picked up my two year old daughter in my arms and gently placed her on the couch and in front of the tv. As I was about to go upstairs, I walked back and turned the volume up louder.

I entered the bedroom to see Adnan lying on the bed with his phone in his hands. It appeared that he was texting someone and had some stupid grin plastered upon his face.

"Adnan!" I screamed again.

He rolled his eyes in reaponse and then went back to texting. I quickly walked over and snatched his phone from his hands.

"Hey!" He say straight up.
"Don't you roll your eyes at me!"
"Scarlett," he said through gritted teeth.
"Who are you even texting anyway?"

I looked to the screen of the phone and saw the name "Rachel". Adnan leaped forward onto me and retrieved his phone. I shoved him backwards. Now that he was standing, his height made him look more intimidating.

"Who the fuck is Rachel?" I questioned.

Yeah, good thing the volumes turned way up.

"No one!"
"Well then I'd assume you're texting no one?!"
"I-"
"Who is she?"

He scratched the back of his head, looking for a response.

"Scarlett, it's-"
He moved closer to me, "Don't fucking touch me."
"Scarlett, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong?!"

I almost laughed. What do you mean what's wrong?!

"Well, the fact that you're texting some other woman concerns me-"
"She's just a friend."
"That's what you say all the time! How do I know that?!" I ran my fingers through my messy hair and inhaled sharply.
"Scarlett, you I would never do anything like that."
"Do I know?"
"What are you saying? I do everything to try and help."
"Bullshit."

Ever since Adnan came back from his loan to PSG, things changed. I thought things were going to go back to normal, but it's far from that. I don't know what's got into himself. Lately, I find myself questioning if I even know the man who I married.

He's not doing anything to help out, the old Adnan would try and do everything for me, but I wouldn't let him do it alone. The old Adnan would give me kisses here and there to show that he loved me. The old Adnan would've apologized at the start of this argument and created a solution to it all. He would've hugged me at the end to resolve this conflict. This Adnan... This Adnan is not the man that I married four years ago.

"Adnan!"

I looked up to see him back at his phone. I grabbed it once again from his and threw it as hard as I could against the wall. It smashed into different pieces, but I could care less. I was done with his stupid texting games.

"What the fuck!" He yelled.

He moved towards me and pinned me up against the wall. Adnan was never like this... He was never this aggressive unless it was on the field. I didn't know where all this was coming from.

I looked into his eyes. The warm, brown, hazel ones I fell in love with. I'm sure he saw sadness and fear in my eyes. I could feel that a few tears escaped as I shut my eyes. I felt helpless pushed up against the wall.

Adnan's breathing was heavy and then out of nowhere, I felt his lips on mine. I put my hands on his chest to push him away, but I soon found myself pulling him in for more.

My mind was racing as he kissed me. What the hell was I doing? He can't just kiss me and make everything better!

Adnan moved and placed kisses on my neck.

"Adnan..." I said quietly. I pushed him off of me, "You can't expect a kiss to sort things out!"
"Scarlett, let it go, it was nothing."
"Nothing?!" I laughed, "Oh, that's just the tip of the iceberg... What about all those other girls, huh?"
"Friends," he emphasized.
"Claire? Vivienne? Melanie?"
"Scarlett, stop."
"No, I'm not going to stop! Adnan you need to focus on your career for fucks sake! And what about your family?! You have a two year old daughter who you need to take care of! She needs you, Adnan! You're her father and she looks up to you, so the least you could do is be there for her!" I spat.
"It's tough to always be around with football, but I try, Scarlett. I try. So don't you say that I'm not trying and that I don't care because I do."
"It certainly doesn't look like that, so why don't you start showing it..." I walked to the door and stopped before I left the room, "And don't even use your football as an excuse, that's lame. You're not even focused one hundred percent on that right now."

I left Adnan alone to think about what he was doing. I saw my daughter crying with her face buried in some pillows. Oh my god, we were arguing and I didn't even know she was upset.

I ran over to her and picked her up in my arms, then sat down. I switched the channel to a cartoon show and kissed her cheek.

"What's wrong, Scotia?"

She just pouted. I kissed her cheek again and tickled her to make her laugh. She squirmed in my arms and gave me the biggest smile. That surely came from Adnan, his smile is just as gorgeous as hers...

I thought about us. We got married so young and we didn't even get a chance to explore and see the world yet. Maybe young marriages don't always work out... And I'm afraid for what ours will become.