Can't decide whether this is filler or not. It progresses the story but it's only short!
Why is he giving our money to strange women? My mind just can't process this. I thought he lent it to Dylan but instead he's giving some woman our money.
"Ethan, who's Karla?", I shout over to him, he has his back to me and doesn't even bother to turn around as he just shrugs.
"Then why does she have our money?", I ask and his head finally turns to me. He looks unnerved and then mumbles something.
"What? Who is she? Why does she have our money?", I ask walking over to him. How dare he just wave this off like it's no big deal?
"She's Dylan's girlfriend, I had to give the money through her name because Dylan is blacklisted or something", he says louder and it just doesn't make sense, I should care more but I don't want to fight with him. We've done enough fighting in the last 24 hours.
"Can we finally talk about this issue?", I ask quietly sitting on the coffee table in front of him, he's just staring at the TV. He's ignoring me. Why? What have I done that so terrible?
You slept with Nick.
"What issue? There's nothing to talk about Miley. We're not having a baby and that's it. This has been enough for you for long enough so it's not going to change just because Demi's having a baby!",
"This isn't about Demi. I want a baby, I want us to be a family. This hasn't been enough for me, this whole marriage has been for your happiness, I've been miserable for five years and you either don't realize it or you don't care. I'm your wife Ethan, it's meant to be about compromise and for five years it's been me doing all the compromising. It's not fair", I cry to him but he doesn't even look at me.
"If you want a baby then you may find someone else to be with and have their baby because a baby is not in any of my future plans",
"I don't want someone else's baby, I want us to have a baby. Why should I throw seven years of a marriage down the drain because you won't give me a baby?",
"Then give up the baby dreaming because it ain't happening. It's me or a baby!", he says and I look at him like he's just given me a swift kick to the stomach. It feels like it too. Why is he doing this?
"The ball's in your court Miley. Me or a baby. I'm not going to change my mind",
"So you want our marriage to end?",
"No but I don't want a baby either",
"So, you married me, knowing that I wanted a family and had me believe that we would have children just to throw it all back in my face?",
"To be honest, I thought the idea would fade. I thought once you saw how happy you and I are in our home then you'd not want a baby to disrupt that",
"Are you out of your mind? Happy? This is us happy? This is a home? This is a fifth floor apartment with a tiny kitchen, a tiny bathroom, two tiny bedrooms and an ugly blue couch THAT I FUCKING HATE!", I lose my temper at the end.
I can't take this no more.
He's offered me an easy way out. He's pretty much told me he doesn't want this marriage anymore.
Well, neither do I.
As much as I want to fight for a marriage that I thought had so much hope left, I haven't got the energy to do it anymore. I'm so sick and tired being the one to compromise. For what? To make his life easier while I'm left being miserable. I always was a people person. Ha. Always.
Not anymore.
I'm sick of being a pushover. I'm not going to compromise for anyone, anymore.
"Well you know where the door is. Pack your stuff, you haven't got the option anymore. I want you out!", he screams back at me.
"Or what? You'll try to strangle me again? Have me held by the throat against the wall again? Would that make you feel better? Do you think that would make me shut up? I let you off with it once, never again!", I snarl at him and he looks unsettled.
He hesitates for a second before grabbing me by the arm and dragging me across the room to the front door and pushes me out into the hallway before slamming the door in my face. I stand there for a second trying to calm my breathing. My heart rate is hitting the roof and my legs are shaking with fear. Or adrenaline. I don't know which but it doesn't feel too good. I grab hold of the doorframe to try and calm down and end up sinking to the floor. I sit for about two minutes before Ethan opens the door again and storms out.
"Get your stuff. I'll be back in an hour, I want you gone by then", he shouts at me before getting in the elevator.
I look at him in shock before getting up and running back into the apartment. I grab my laptop and put it into it's case before heading to the bedroom to pack my stuff. How am I going to take all this stuff with me? I have so many clothes. I have no many belongings and I'm not leaving any here. He'd just dump them. He has no right to dump them but I'm not giving him the option. I grab our two suitcases, leaving him without one and shrug to myself at that realization. I lift whatever I can, throwing a lot of stuff out myself before packing it all in the cases and lifting anything else I have. Jewelry, make up and my perfumes. Where am I putting all of this?
I have stupid stuff that I also need to pack, like my DVD collection, books. Not to mention, that TV he watches constantly was bought by me. I've only been here for thirty minutes so I call Demi and ask her to come over with Joe in seperate cars. That's the only way I'm going to get this done. While waiting for her I pack all the stupid stuff. It might be stupid but it cost me money and... it's mine afterall.
Demi, Joe and Nick all arrive as I'm sorting through the CD's and look at me expectantly.
"What's going on?", asks Demi looking around the apartment.
"I'm leaving him. Well, technically he threw me out. We had a huge argument. I've had enough. I don't love him anymore. I don't think I ever did at all",
"What happened to your arm?", asks Joe as I look down and see the handmark that Ethan left when he grabbed me. I shake my head and disregard his question with a wave of my hand.
"So what's happening? You're leaving?", she asks panicked and I nod.
"I'm not happy here Demi, you know this. I hate his apartment, I hate this life and I hate him",
"Miley, we'd take you in but Joe's starting to decorate the baby's room tomorrow so the spare bed isn't in that room anymore", she panicks even more and Joe holds her shoulder to calm her down.
"Demi, it's fine. I can get a hotel", I say trying to soothe her. I need to work something out. I start back to work in three days and I need a steady home. Or a roof over my head at the very least.
"You can stay with me", Nick says quietly and we all turn to him.
Short chapter but I thought I'd leave you with another little cliffhanger :)
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