Chapter 2
Mayura found herself waking with burning eyes. She was waiting to hear the slamming door of Amos finally staggering in. She took a breath twisting the blankets into her hands wishing she had staggered towards Shimon's house the previous night.
Tears pricked her eyes as she attempted to remember anything but the feeling that was raging in her chest to the point it burned.
She wiped her eyes that wasn't fair to Shimon. But-here she was playing with the thought of Shimon being her knight the way she had once seen him.
Mayura glanced at her nails wondering if they would rip the fabric at this rate, her marriage was a lie. Shimon hadn't argued with her, well, he hadn't even spoken to her much since their divorce. Until he had heard the reason that she was planning on remarrying.
It was a lie. She wanted him to see that lie and pull her close in his arms right then and there. Promise that everything would work out. Tell her that he didn't mean it when he agreed when she said she wanted a divorce.
She wiped her face removing the fluid that didn't get the chance to become tears. She waited for him to take those words back. He didn't. She waited for him to argue with her that they were still in love and they would work it out like adults. He didn't. She waited for him to show up at her wedding to Amos, storm down the aisle and scoop her up. Still he didn't.
Afterall, why should he come save her when he thought she was happiest with these decisions?
The only time he ever showed up was to argue with her over her ridiculous reason for getting married. What she had told him wasn't the complete truth. Actually, most of what he knew was a lie.
She rolled over staring a ceiling that matched the way she felt. Her family didn't need her to remarry for the money and Shimon knew it. The exorcist union had been taking care of her father's funds since losing his arm due to work. She only had to worry about herself in a financial situation.
Shimon simply accepted that excuse and continued on his way, a flash of anger in his eyes, but not once did he argue over the stupid reasoning she gave him.
She felt stupid and impulsive for marrying Amos.
From the moment anyone laid eyes on Amos majority of people knew that he was a bad decision. It was why she had chosen him. She hadn't expected to get anywhere with him, well, with the exception of making Shimon jealous. Negative attention was better than the nothing she had been receiving. The avoidance since they argued which turned into the topic of divorce. Or at least in their case, breaking off the engagement. She didn't want to. She had spurred the words to get his attention in an argument. It got his attention, but she didn't receive the answer she wanted. He thought she had really meant it.
Now here she was married to someone that caused her to hate that decision every day. If it wasn't the unrelenting debt collectors that were meandering, it was the all-the-time-drinking, the-weekend-cheating, or the possible gang members that resided outside majority of the time it was Amos himself that made her dread that decision.
Mayura dragged her feet out of bed in consideration of asking for an extra shift on one of the exorcism units. She would have an excuse not to go back to that house she was supposed to be calling home for a while.
Voices raised from outside of her room, "She's my wife dammit! Have some standards!"
"Actually come home once in awhile then you might notice your wife is missing! The only time you pay attention to her is when you make her cry."
Mayura slid the door open looking around the apartment for the altercation, "There's not much you can say! Your engagement is broken off. There's no one left to blame now." It was Amos, he sounded like he was growling.
Mayura sighed looking for the other person involved in this altercation. "Aren't you the reason she showed up here?" Shimon snapped back with vigor she hadn't seen since the day they met.
Amos rippled as though he were a form of cat, "She was drunk! At least she didn't walk into a stranger's house! She walked herself to her a place that isn't home anymore."
"I can't say your's is much better."
"At least mine isn't covered in broken beer bottles and blood-stained carpets."
Mayura felt her eyes twitch a nagging feeling that one of the two of these things were her fault. "Where the hell is my wife?"
"Sleeping, leave her alone."
"Hell with that." Amos snapped as Mayura stepped out of the room scrutinizing the two over. Shimon's voice had lowered from high-laced annoyance to silence. "Let's go." Amos growled grabbing Mayura by the arm. She sent a glance back towards Shimon, his living room was littered in more glass than she could recall, he had various clothes piled in the corner some which contained the bloodstains that Amos had mentioned, and Shimon was sitting there staring at the static that ran through his television screen.