I fall down onto the edge of the bed with my face in my hands, tears sting at the back of my eyes but I hold them in, I wasn't going to show the weakness he wanted. I am worth more than that. My head is stringing together the realisation of what I have just witnessed let alone trying to figure out why he would do this to me.
He walks through the door clearly having followed me, I clasp my fingers tightly around the glass at my side and throw it skilfully towards his face. I just want him gone from my view. It smashes against the wall, he clearly managed to dodge it. I turn to look at him and see the red dripping down the wall inches from his ear. We're going to have to pay for that in the morning.
"HOW IN THE WORLD COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" Screaming at him was the only way to dull the pain I felt. "I THOUGHT YOU ACTUALLY LOVED ME BUT NO THE ONLY PERSON YOU LOVE IS YOURSELF."
"Calm down sweetie, please, I haven't done anything wrong."
"HOW… HOW DOES KISSING THAT BLONDE TRASH COUNT AS NOT DOING ANYTHING?" I start to pace up and down at this point; any reason not to look at his sorry face was a good reason.
"It wasn't what you think… "
I stopped in my movements and I didn't carry on shouting but I still spoke loud enough to be heard in the hallway "So you just happened to fall mouth first on to hers then"
"No I don't think even she is that stupid to use that excuse but she WAS the one who kissed me"
"Did she also slide your wedding ring off too?" I gesture angrily to his hand which bore no sign of commitment
"No of course not… I lost that earlier…" he tugs on his shirt collar looking suspicious.
I fold my arms over my chest. He's really not thinking I'm going to believe that crap is he….
"You doubt my intelligence that much to try and use that bullshit on me? Go use it on some floozy you picked up to keep your bed warm because I won't be the one in it tonight!"
I storm off into the bathroom, he's right behind me but I manage to shut the door before he can stop me. I slide my back down the door tears finally flowing over the barriers. I was hidden in here he couldn't look at me with his soft features wishing I weren't hurting now.
I thought we were going so well, he had changed for me. Or at least it looked that way to everyone who knew us. I smack my head against the barrier between us hoping it would wake me up from this terrible nightmare.
A soft knocking disturbs my head banging "Look sweetheart, come on out and we can talk this over like adults."
"I don't want to look at your lying ass while you dig yourself an even bigger hole."
"We can still fix this. Please."
"No we can't fix this, now move from the door I want to get out of here." I get up from my spot on the floor and almost rip the door off of its hinges with the force I use to pull it towards me.
He's leaning against the wall next to the door opening but I just walk past him and grab my bag. I run around the room grabbing everything that is mine I probably ended up with some stuff of his mixed in in my frenzy but I don't care. I just want to get out of this hell.
"Please baby, just listen to my side."
I ignore him and carry on in my task; it's the only way to stop me from punching him right in that jaw of his and shutting him up for good. He's not far off getting down on his knees and begging. He tries getting in front of me to stop me but I am too quick and agile for his strong frame and dodge his hands easily.
"Please listen to me, I love you, let us work this out"
"You threw our love away when you even thought of looking at that slut!"
"I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING WRONG!" he's frustrated now and that was never usually a good sign…
The phone in our hotel room has been going crazy, people must've heard our fight and contacted the front desk. I storm over to finally answer it. "Hello?" the desk person babbles on about disruption of the peace and asks us to quiet down: I used it as my cue to leave. "Don't worry sir, there will be no more noise but I would appreciate my car being brought round front." I slam the phone down onto its holder after being informed my car would be out front in just a minute. I grab my keys then turn for one last look at his face. Lines crinkled his face all over and wet lines graced his cheeks. He was obviously hurt but it wasn't going to stop me walking out.
"I'm going to stay at a friend's place; I will contact you when I am not ready to kill you." Those were my last words as I opened the door. I turn round and throw a few notes onto the table beside the door so he had cab fare home. I dramatically storm out of the room and as the door slams behind me I hear a gruff voice in my ear.
"Good job, David" I smile from the valuable praise given to me by our strict boss.
Next I heard the whining of my partner "Oi what about me, boss?"
"Why do you need praise for kissing a hot blonde and a bit of shouting?, Ziva's the Oscar winner here."
"Fine boss I'll quit complaining." I have to laugh at the sound of his voice. He sounds as if his cookies have been taken from him.