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chapter eight

chapter eight

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Before I could open my eyes a blinding light came from somewhere. I groaned in annoyance. It must be mom and the curtains. She liked pulling them open when I'm sleeping. She was a morning person. I'm not.

"Honey! It's time for dinner," a voice cooed to my ear.

Wait, it was only dinner? I jerked up on my supposed to be bed, but noticed that I was sprawled on the carpeted floor of the den.

I turned to the voice who called me. I frowned when I noticed that Allen was grinning at me. Wait. Did he just call me honey? Was I still in la-la-land?

"Honey, you need to get up before the food gets cold," he said, leaning in and planting a kiss on my cheek.

I looked at him blankly and blinked a few times. I felt my face turn red with embarrassment and annoyance together when I noticed that I wasn't dreaming anymore. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, resting a hand on my hip.

"What are you saying?" he asked, face full of worry. "Of course I would be here, this is our house. Are you divorcing with me?" Allen wiped a stray tear which was not even there.

My mouth gaped open and I just stared at him. What? Divorce? When were we even married? "Am I still dreaming?" I asked myself in a mutter.

"No, sweetheart, this is reality. Did you have some kind of amnesia that you forgot about me? Or are you just acting like that so divorcing with me will not be a problem?" he asked mocked hurt.

"I'm dreaming," I chanted over and over again.

"You're not dreaming, my dear," he said, wrapping an arm over my shoulder, pulling me against his chest.

I was obviously still dreaming. But why was I even dreaming that I am married to Allen? I just remember me calling him a jerk like it was yesterday.

I heard giggles coming from the other side of the wooden door. Then something snapped inside me when I heard Henry barked at mom about keeping shut. "I know you're playing a game with me," I said loud enough for the two of them to hear from the other side of the door.

"Who's playing with you, honey?" Allen asked, raising a brow at me in worry.

I scowled at him. "Alright, act is over. Tell me who planned this," I demanded. I walked over to the door quietly, and pulled the door immediately that two bodies fell to the ground with a loud thud.

"Mom!" Henry whined. "She wouldn't have seen through it if it weren't for you," he complained, and crossed his arms over his chest.

I mimicked Henry and crossed mine. "Alright, who planned this?" I demanded, tapping my bare feet against the carpeted floor impatiently. I glanced over to Allen then Henry and to mom, raising a brow at them.

"Heather," mom said in defeat.

"Heather? I asked in disbelief. Yeah, Heather is the type of girl to actually plan something like this behind my back, but she wasn't even here.

The three nodded in unison. They must've thought of an alternative excuse and blame everything to my best friend knowing that I would be angry for her that long.

"She's not even here," I told them with a frown.

"She's in the kitchen," Henry said. "Probably laughing her ass off,"

Before I could even make my way towards the door, I noticed the familiar voice that I would notice wherever. Hey!" a new voice chirped. I knew that it was my best friend without even looking.