Authors note: I promise I will be veering off from the plot of the show! Please read and review! Thank you for reading!
Chapter 2: Juliette
As soon as I'd thrown that wine, I knew I wasn't going to be able to stop myself from crying. Shawn didn't deserve to see me in that state after everything he'd just said. After letting me down like he'd just done. Getting out of the reception became my top priority, so I could nurse my wounds in private, away from him and everyone else at the wedding. Without waiting for another word from Shawn, I too the opportunity to get as far away from him as possible. Keeping my head down I tried to navigate my way through the small crowds of people assembled throughout the reception hall. Desperately trying to hide how upset I was, to keep away any prying questions that would undoubtedly come if anyone saw face. After what seemed like another lifetime I finally made my way through the exit to an awaiting cab, seemingly unnoticed. I was barley able to give the address of the house, before breaking into uncontrollable sobs. Thankfully the cabbie thought I was just an emotional drunk girl coming from a party, and didn't feel obligated to ask any questions. Once home, I quickly got out of my dress and got into the shower. As the hot water fell on me, I slowly lowered myself to the floor and let the anguish wash over me. As I sat crouched in the corner, the tears and water dripping down my face I couldn't help but think that Shawn would make some joke about this same scene from Fatal Attraction. I laughed to myself for a moment, thinking about how much I wanted to share that with him. Wishing he would come home in that instant so everything could go back to the way it was. With no heartache, no pain. 'No' I thought, scolding myself for wanting him here. 'He caused this. He lied to me. And what else has he lied about over the last two years? And over the last seven, there must be millions of lies. And he didn't think that it would matter to me? Knowing how important the truth was, after everything I'd gone through with Frank? No. I don't need another thirty years of disappointment. Another thirty years of feeling like I was the one doing something wrong. I deserved better than that.' With new resolve I slowly picked myself off of the shower floor and turned off the shower, just as it started to turn cold. Grabbing a towel, I wrapped myself up tightly in the soft cotton, and it felt comforting. Like a hug I desperately needed. Moving to the bedroom I found an old t-shirt and put it on, and used the towel to squeeze the last bit of water from my hair, before dropping it carelessly on the ground. I'd get it tomorrow, right now the only thing I wanted to do was crawl into bed and get some distance from this awful night. 'Tomorrow will be a better day,' I thought as I crawled beneath the warm covers, trying to ignore how strange it felt to have the whole bed to myself. "Tomorrow will be a better day" I whispered into the empty room. Turning out the light, I rolled onto my side, shutting my eyes for the sleep that wouldn't come.
