Losing Her ✔

💖 6 - Sigh. What is this?

Zoe's POV

Twelve hours.

I skipped work.

I skipped going outside.

I skipped exercise.

My door is locked and I am ashamed to say that I ignore my children's attempt to bring me food.

I just sit on the floor with my knees to my chest.

Its time like this that I really look to God. Searching for answers like 'why'.

He's the only one that can give me the answer....provide me with comfort.

A knock comes from the door and I sigh.

"I don't want any food guys, its okay I'm fine."

"Zoe you're not fine. It's Hayden open the door."

Hayden?

Lunch

I didn't go to work today. Walking towards the door I swing it open to find Hayden with a box of dominios, ice cream and soda.

I sigh again and let him in.

"Close the door behind you and lock it. I'm sorry I missed our little lunch thing today I wasn't feeling up to it."

"Yea...The boys told me what happened..."

"Right." I shrug suddenly feeling nothing.

He sits on the floor and pushes something into the DVD player.

"What is that?"

"A movie." He says acting like I was stupid and I roll my eyes.

"Of course it is. But what movie?"

"Um.. One called...sausage party."

I roll my eyes recalling the trailer but I was amused.

"Wow. Real mature. And PG-13."

"Well currently....we are the parents." He jokes and I giggle.

"Right. Lemme go freshen up. I probably stink."

"You could still call me daddy." He says and I look back at him raising and eyebrow.

"I'm married."

"Correction: getting divorced. Your husband is a douche. Plus I was just kidding no worries." I shake my head smiling while walking into the bathroom to enable myself to stop smelling like a dead coyote.
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Fifyten minutes later and I'm walking out drying my hair.

I slipped on a huge white shirt and some satin black shorts.

I was fresh!

It felt good to not feel the tightness of crusty eyes and dried tears.

My heart wasn't as heavy but I was still sad.

I got out to see Hayden in PJs. No shirt

The hell?

"What're you doing?" I ask him while he was slipping on his socks.

"Sleepover!" He yells and I immediately shake my head.

"No no no." Its too soon for another adult male to come sleeping in my house.

"Aww? Why?"

"Whose watching Fia?"

"She's at a sleepover with her friend. And I was all alone." He says his face slightly frowning and he averts his eye.