He wasn't sure what he had been expecting. Tears and anger for sure but this... not this. She was practucally begging him not to leave. For a while his eyes had wandered else where and soon his mouth had started roaming on his new obsession as well, followed by his greedy hands and dick. He had spent more nights away from home, getting home later and later in the mornings, and it came as a surprise that she was still fighting, not willing to let him go, acting as if she hadn't known about his affair.
"Dean, please!" She begged.
"Come on, Courtney, it has been over for a long time between us. We just haven't said it out loud," he said.
"Please!" She begged even harder.
She grabbed his arm with both hands, one final desperate act, hoping to hold him back. He shook his arm to make her let go and she felt her entire body give up, her feet disappearing from underneath her, as she crashed down on the cold kitchen floor, sobbing, aching, hurting like never before.
"Look, Courtney, it's not like I'm kicking you out of the house or anything. You can stay here for as long as you will. Maybe we can even figure out you buying it from me at some point if you want to. I'm gonna stay with Sasha anyway," he said.
The sound of the other woman's name made her sob even louder. He just rolled his eyes at her, thinking to himself what a dramaqueen she was. Not knowing what else to say or do, he had spoken his mind and was more than ready to leave, he just turned around and walked out of the kitchen. Through wet eyes she watched from the floor how his boots left the room, then the sound of the front door opening and closing, the sound of his car starting and driving away, and then nothing but her own sobs as she laid broken on the floor.
She had no idea how many hours she had laid on the floor. It had gotten dark outside and since he left in the middle of the afternoon, it had been a fair amount of time. At some point her crying had stopped. There simply wasn't anymore tears left inside her. She had just laid there in the same position as he had left her in, watching the wall, not knowing how to pick herself up.
Somewhere in the distance her mind did register the sound of the front door opening and closing but she couldn't react on it at all. She felt numb. She heard fast footsteps going through the house, almost running, as if someone was searching for something. The footsteps entered the kitchen and Roman's voice broke the silence.
"Jesus, Courtney," he said as he walked over to her.
She felt his arms wrap themselves around her and he lifted her up. He didn't even try and make her stand to see if she could walk for herself. He just held her in his arms as he moved her out of the kitchen.
"I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch," he muttered as he carried her towards the bedroom.
He gently placed her on the bed and stroked his hand through her hair once. He got out of his jacket and boots before laying down next to her, pulling her up on his arm and chest, holding her tightly, rocking her gently, hearing how her tears slowly started again.
"Ssh," he said softly as he tried comforting her.
"What time is it?" She asked through her tears.
"It's late. Like 3.30 or there about," he answered.
"Why do you show up in the middle of the night?" She asked.
"That's not important. Try and get some sleep. I'm not going anywhere," he said.
It wasn't like he wanted to keep it a secret from her. He just didn't think she would want to hear Dean's name or anything about him right in that moment. He knew it would only hurt her to know that Roman had met Dean and Sasha that night in a bar and that Dean proudly had presented Sasha as his new girlfriend. When he had asked about Courtney, Dean had laughed and said that she was probably still washing the kitchen floor with her tears. Ten minutes after that statement, Roman had found himself in his car, driving towards what used to be Dean and Courtney's home to check up on her. He always knew Dean didn't deserve her and that she deserved so much better than Dean. Now Dean had finally proved him right.