Chapter 4
Sunday Morning
9:00 A.M.
Dana Scully slowly emerged out of her room the following morning. She was exhausted due to the lack of sleep she did not get the previous night, because of frustration and sadness from Bill, Sarah, and Mulder. She decided to head over to Mulder's bedroom, but when she knocked on his door there was no answer. She went confused and knocked again, still receiving no answer to her knocks.
"Mulder?" Scully asked.
Scully slowly pushed the door open, entered, and found his room empty of his belongings. She scanned the empty bedroom, crossed her arms and went sad, realizing Mulder had must of left in the middle of the night Scully sighed, left the room and headed downstairs to have something to eat. When she arrived into the kitchen, she found her mother, Margaret and brother Bill, sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast together. Margaret was currently reading a magazine as she sipped her hot coffee beside her. When she looked up she saw Scully standing in the doorway looking at them looking rather exhausted and miserable.
"Oh honey…" Margaret trailed off.
Margaret stood up and walked over to her.
"I have some breakfast for you on the counter," She said.
"It's fine I'm not very hungry anyways," Scully answered, "I'm just going to go pack my things and head home."
Scully walked back upstairs putting her hand to her stomach because truthfully she felt sick anyway. Scully finally entered her room once again, packed her things, said good bye to her mom, and then headed home.
Sunday Evening
7:00 P.M.
Once she arrived back to her apartment, she unpacked and also checked her phone to see if Mulder had tried calling her. But, with no luck, he had not tried reaching her, not even a missed call or voicemail. Due to exhaustion and sadness, she decided to run a hot bath water and relax for the rest of the night. Scully ran her bubble bath, climbed in about ten minutes later, closed her eyes, and then cried quietly to herself.
Mulder on the other hand was not feeling to hot either. Mulder was lying on his back on his sofa staring up to the ceiling lost in his thoughts. He knew he should not have run off like he did in the middle of the night, Scully was most likely furious with him now. But he had to get out of there before he ended up actually killing Bill. He also thought if his relationship with Scully was worth it considering they were co-workers. But truthfully, he loved the woman very much, he felt she was right for him, he felt something he has never felt with no other woman before. He felt like an idiot for the way he acted, but sometimes he cannot just let things go and he has to act out on it, even if it was making a fool of himself. But, this time it was not his fault, it was Bill's fault. The thought of Bill caused Mulder to sit up quickly and kick the coffee table that smashed against his TV stand in result.
'It wasn't my entire fault it was Bill's fault too,' Mulder thought.
Mulder then dropped his head into his hands and then started to cry. He wanted to be with Scully so bad, he wanted to love her and hold her, but now he can't because he decided to drink and screw up and let Bill get to him.
'Damn Bill… Damn Bill to hell…' Mulder thought, 'he isn't going to win…not now…he just can't. She's all mine and it's going to stay that way!'
To be continued…