Happiness?
I sit there in our small apartment with a tiny kitchen and living room. I stare up at the clock and think sadly. He's probably working late. I hear the door click shut and I get up quickly and walk over to greet him. I hug him tightly and kiss his cheek seeing the small purplish mark on his neck. "Long day at work?" I ask being brushed off and catch the faint scent of another man on him. He nods and walk to the kitchen.
"I thought that you would have dinner ready when I got home Itachi." He speaks slowly knowing that I had seen the marks that another man had put on my lover.
"It's in the oven. It's going to be a few more minutes." I say and turn away with tears in my eyes. My voice becomes harder than normal to use now without it cracking or sounding shrill.
"What did you make?" He stands over the oven flicking the light on and peers inside. I stand there crying quietly as he walk over and wraps his strong arms around me.
"Madara?" I ask quietly so my voice is barely audible.
He looks at me and smiles. "What is it Love?"
"Who were you with?" I look up at him with tears in my eyes.
He stands there thinking of an excuse to say before he can say anything I push him away and lock myself in our room and start to cry blaming my own stupidity for why I'm still with him.
You know he's sleeping with another man. Why do you stay with him? The voice in my head begins to mutter. You know that you can do better than him.
"He loves me." I whimper into the darkness that now surrounds me. "He told me he loves me."
He doesn't love you. He's only using you for sex.
"No…" I mutter as I hear the knob on the door trying to be opened.
"Itachi, Baby are you alright?" His question muffled by the solid wood door and jiggling the handle of the door again before it stops and I hear him sigh and walk to the living room.
You know that he never worried bout you.
"That's not true!" I cry out.
It is and you know it! I hear the voice in my head like a beating drum as it echoes through my head.
"IT'S NOT TRUE!" I scream grabbing the lamp from the bedside table and hurling it across the small room as it shatters into small pieces each one as a piece of my heart that fell to the floor with a small 'plink' 'plink'.
Madara jumps up and unlocks the door of our room and looks at me sitting on the floor picking up the slivers of sharp glass silently crying as I did so and walks over to where I was and looks down. "What happened?"
I stop picking them up and clench the glass letting it bite into my hands, blood slips between the small pieces and drips onto the floor into a small puddle. I quietly and calmly mummer a question to him. "What's his name?"
He looks at me questioningly. "What? Who?"
I stand and face him with anger welling up inside of me. "Don't play dumb."
"What do you mean 'don't play dumb'? I'm not. I have no idea what you're talking about." He stands over me looking down.
I look up at him with tears starting to appear in the corners of my eyes again and I ask hi the same question once more. "What is the name," my voice cracks saying this to him. "Of the man that you've been sleeping with?"
"I don't know what you're talking about? Who?"
"THE MAN THAT YOU'VE……you've been cheating on me with." I stand there biting my lower lip trying to keep myself from breaking anymore.
He looks me in the eyes and lies to me. "I'm not sleeping with anyone except you. You know that."
"I KNOW YOU ARE! Where else would that sucker mark on your neck come from?! HUH?!! And that every time that I'm near you I smell another man?! Explain that to me! You thought that I wouldn't notice did you?!" I completely break down and start to cry falling to my knees with my bleeding hands.
He simply stands there not knowing what to say. "Itachi…" he takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment and lets it out, "his name is Deidara Iwa."
I felt my heart being stabbed and then ripped from my chest and smashed on the cold hard ground. "I'm…I-I need to get away from this." My body moves on itself and grabs a coat and makes it way down the steps and out into the rain. My hair becomes slicked down and sticks to my face. I stand at the bus stop waiting.
I told you that he didn't love you. The voice mummers in my head.
I say nothing in response. I stand in the rain for a few more minutes before I decide to start to walk again. I slowly start to walk down the soaked street and to the closest bar and walk inside.