Title: The Bed
Author: OLIVIAplusALEX4eva
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not my song. Put these two together and you get my idea. No, I DON'T listen to country; my parents do though.
Rating: Rated T
Genre: Drama / Romance
Warning: Embraces moderate French language. No need to have a prior knowledge of the sensuous language to read this particular story. Contains femmeslash between two consenting adult females.
Summary: Olivia and Elliot are in love with each other, or so they think. They get married but Olivia soon finds out why Kathy left him. She has to make a decision that will change the rest of her life.
Author's Note: I just recently purchased a baby pet rat. It's a female and the front half of her body is black(including her face) and the other half is white with a thick black line running down the middle, called a Hooded Rat--I think. I was going to ask for possible names for my new pet but I decided on naming her Cabot. Yes, as in Alexandra Cabot; I swear she acts just like the beautiful blonde. Cabot is a little bit bossy and she loves to keep her house nicely organized by keeping her bed in one corner and a play area in a different corner and a little bathroom in the furthest corner from her bed. Her and her little OCD organization habits are so adorable! I love her long tail : She even gives me little rat kissies! Lol. It tickles when she sits on my shoulder and nibbles on my neck or ear. Haha, her whiskers are even black, too.
Author's Note 2: I've changed some details in the first chapter, sorry. I just wanted to let you know so it doesn't confuse you in upcoming chapters.
Enjoy.
Chapter 1, General PoV
Olivia had just gotten home from work early. She locked the doors, took a quick shower, and put on the red lacey teddy. She knew her husband, Elliot, loved it and she wanted to spend a romantic night with him when he got home from his job.
She placed lit candles around their bedroom and put a cd of soft, romantic songs in the stereo. She turned off the bedroom light and laid on her side of the bed, inhaling his scent from his pillow. It was Old Spice. It was her favourite smell; it made her feel safe, like she is when she's in her husband's arms.
She laid there waiting for him until sleep took her tired, exhausted body over. He finally came home. . . two hours late. He walked into the bedroom and stripped off his clothes, pulling on some clean boxers. He slipped under the covers and turned to face the wall, his back towards his brown-eyed wife. Olivia woke up when she felt the bed shift.
On his side of the bed, he's sleeping like a baby
Dreams are dancin' in his head lying with his lady
It's a peaceful night, and everything's just fine on his side of the bed
But on her side of the bed, those big brown eyes are cryin' from the things he never says
And deep inside she's dying
As she turns to face the wall, there's no love at all
On her side of the bed
If he'd reach out she'd forget about all the times that he let her down
Oh but in his mind everything's all right when the lights go out
On his side of the bed he never even noticed her negligee of red
The very same one that she wore the night that they were wed
But he never turned his head to her side of the bed
She turned around, only to face her husband's back. He used to kiss me goodnight, tell me he loved me, even if I was asleep. What is happening to us? I thought he loved me, Olivia thought sadly to herself.
She turned around so she was facing the wall on her side of the bed.
She let the built up tears escape her sad, distantly clouded eyes, not bothering to holding them in anymore.
What have I done to make him hate me? He's been acting like this for about two years, since we first got married. Do I stay with someone that doesn't love me for the rest of my life? Do I move on? I can't keep living like this. Either he loves me or not.
Olivia packed her things quickly but quietly. She left him her diary she had started keeping when they first got married 6 months ago, carefully placed upon her now-cold pillow. In the diary, she tells him her feelings of what he made her go through emotionally.
It gradually explains that she used to love him but she can't love him anymore because he had pushed her away, emotionally and physically. She stood there in front of her husband and walked out of the door, tears pouring down her face. And with that, she leaves him forever, not even giving her husband a last kiss.
He doesn't wake up until the next morning. He turns to tell her that he loves her. But all he found was a cold, empty bed and a journal on his wife's pillow.
Now on his side of the bed he wakes up and turns to say, "I love you"
But instead all he finds are pages full of words she'd never said
And that's all she left
On her side of the bed
R&R please. The song belongs to Gretchen Wilson, and yes, I did rewrite this a little better.