Wow it has been wayyyyyy too long since I last updated! Well school is finally out for me (yay summer) and my job stupidly hired way too many people so hours are really crappy and I'm barely getting any so now I am free to update! Please don't kill me for taking forever and a decade I love you all and I have really missed this so let's jump right in!

I decided I wouldn't call Dr. Gunther-Hagen; I didn't want to call anyone. You can't imagine how embarrassing this was for me. Everyone had always been waiting for Lissa to leave me not the other way around. I'm the crazy, disturbed; psycho that has hit her twice now! But who would have guessed in a million years that I would be the one leaving her and ending our marriage. I know I was never the perfect husband, not by a long shot, but I never stepped out of our marriage. And I never thought Lissa would either, despite all the awful things Max said about Lissa, Lissa was not a whore or a slut. In fact Lissa was a virgin until me, and I her.

I remember that clearly, our first time, we had been dating for three years and she was finally ready. She screamed and even cried a little from the pain, the next day she was really sore and wouldn't let me touch her again until a week later. And even once we finally got accustomed to the act, it didn't consume our lives. We had sex every so often and it wasn't very kinky. Lissa is shy and kind of timid in the bed room. She's a light's off, on the bed; keep it simple kind of girl. At least I thought she was.

After the police escorted Lissa off my property I just sat down in front of the door for a long time. How long? I don't know but when I finally came to, it was dark and Total was licking and whimpering in my face. I got up quickly fed him and damn near crawled up the stairs; I made it to the scene of the crime and just stared from my spot in the doorway. I don't know what I was supposed to feel; anger, despair, hurt? I don't know. But what I did feel like doing was snooping.

Lissa didn't get to retrieve all of her things before she was forced out the door so I had a lot of things to pack up and throw out of my giant ass window. I started with her dresser. Most of its contents were her usual make up and lady products. So I just threw all that stuff into a trash bag. Next I moved over to her closet. I didn't expect to find anything of interest in there; Lissa is pretty much a hoarder so her closet is stuffed with clothes and shoes that she's had since high school. That was all shoved inside of multiple trash bags. After that I went over to her bedside table, she usually has a self help book or two in here along with this scarf she's been "knitting" for over three years. I don't really pay much attention to what she shoves in here before turning off the lamp for bed.

So imagine my surprise when cleaning out all her random pieces of paper, tissues, and whatever else; I discovered a false bottom. When I went to pick up a tube of lipstick the bottom of the drawer lifted up. I paused in my ministrations shocked. What the hell? How is it the girl that can barely turn a door knob without breaking a nail, can build a false bottom?! I slowly lifted up the piece of wood by the makeshift handle and placed it down on the floor beside me.

Inside was a book, more accurately a diary. Why would she feel the need to hide away a diary? She knows I don't question her very much, hell I barely pay her any attention! What was so special about this diary? Did it contain the dark secrets of her affair? How long has she had this? When did she make this false bottom? Did she make it? Did Sam make it?! I had so many questions that unfortunately won't get answered anytime soon. Lissa had one of those advanced diary's that had a voice activated password. Ugh. I sighed and placed the false bottom back in place, before picking up the diary and putting it in my drawer.

I looked back at the bed thinking about all that has happened today. Man I need sleep, but I damn sure am not sleeping on that bed. I slugged down the stairs dragging the multiple bags behind me and threw them out on the lawn, not caring what the neighbors will think. The couch was suddenly calling my name, I went over to it all too happy to give in and surrender. I fell face first and was instantly asleep.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Fang!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Dammit Fang where is your spare key?!"

I groaned and got up from my slouched over position on the stairs, where I have been since the beginning of this angry abuse to my door, while Total jumped out of my lap and ran for the door.

I groaned again as I heard him shuffling my plants around in search for my spare key.

"OW! Dammit Fang why would you let Lissa plant roses?!"

I flinched at the mention of her but rolled my eyes and felt a little satisfaction at his pain. I finally made my way to the door despite it only being about 10 feet away. I unlocked the door and grab hold of the knob bracing myself for the spew of insults and concern that was headed my way. Total looked up at me and glared, demanding I open the damn door already. He's such a bully.

I pulled it open and there was Iggy tapping his foot impatiently, hands on his hip and looking a little beat up from all the thorns on the roses.

"Hi," I mumbled as Total sniffed him.

"Hi? That's all you have to say is hi?! Do you know how worried we all have been?! You won't return any of our calls, the Doc said he hasn't seen nor heard from you, Ella won't stop crying and obsessing over you, you're a dick you know she's pregnant she doesn't need this extra stress! And don't even get me started on Angel-"

"Want a beer?" I grumbled walking away from the door and to the kitchen.

He sighed and closed the door following me to the kitchen. "When was the last time you ate? Hell when was the last time you showered?"

"It hasn't been that long Ig," I grabbed two beers from the fridge and slid one over to him as he plopped down on a bar stool.

"It's been two weeks,"

"…."

Iggy sighed, "What's going on Fang? Why is the lawn covered in Lissa's stuff, what the hell happened to the house, and why have you been hiding from us?"

I took a long drink from my beer staring Iggy in his eyes over my bottle. "Lissa was having an affair with Sam, I caught them, kicked her out and she broke shit."

Iggy was silent, mouth wide open, eyes huge. He knew I was leaving a lot out and was holding back the urge to ask a million and one questions.

"You… y-you didn't… kill them… right?"

I rolled my eyes taking another sip, "Do you think I would still be here if I did?"

"… You didn't answer my question."

I sighed plopping down on the other bar stool, "No,"

His body relaxed and he finally took a sip of his beer, "Ok so… is she gone?"

I shrugged, "I don't know the cops made her leave,"

"Are you guys getting a divorce?"

"…"

Iggy frowned, "Fang-"

"Don't,"

He sighed, "I'm just concerned for you,"

"Don't be, I'm fine."

Iggy looked long and hard at me for a moment, "Ok… well let me at least help you get this place… cleaned."

I smirked, "Help me burn the mattress,"

Alright guys that's all for now I know it seems like Fang doesn't really care but come on its Fang he wouldn't be HIM if he reacted the normal way as soon as it happened. So R&R for the next chapter to see what happens next!