Andrea woke to scratchy eyes, a pounding head and stiff back. She winced as the dried blood tugged her skin as she pulled her arm from the cheap polyester sheets. "Oh how the mighty fall" she thought. Poly blend sheets are comfy enough, unless you've been sleeping in Egyptian blend sheets for the past 5 years. She stumbled off the couch that had become her bed and moved to the kitchen (read : the table beside the couch) to make coffee (read brown water). She held the mug to her chest as she caressed her scars and new cuts along her body. She was a freak. No wonder her wife had given up on her.
"She's where?!" Miranda's shrill voice carried through the kitchen. The twins were sat on the bottom of the stairs watching their mother pace. She was make up free and in nothing but her silk pyjamas and dressing gown. Her slippers softly padded on the tiled floor of the kitchen as she paced. The telephone was to her left ear as she nibbled the spectacles that were in her right hand. "Well what is she doing there?" The twins couldn't hear what was being said, only the faint murmur of a man's voice replying. Miranda sighed "Roy..." She nodded despite the fact he couldn't see her. "Whatever it takes,break down the door if you have to. I don't have to tell you what she means." The voice murmured again. "No, that's all - and thanks" she hung up the phone. She placed her head in her hands and sighed. "What kind of idiot kicks out their self harming wife?" She looked down at the small cut on her arm, the pain was gone and now an ugly red mark had formed. She just didn't get it...
Andrea jumped at the sound of her door being knocked. She got of the couch and moved to the door, she hadn't a clue who it could be, the landlord had been paid a month in advance and no one knew she was here. Not even Miranda, not that her wife would come here, she was the one had thrown her out after all. The door knocked again, she looked around for something, anything that could be used as a weapon, she found an umbrella. She raised the umbrella above her, ready to strike if need be, and used her other hand to slowly reach for the door, her hand grasped the cool metal of the latch, she began to turn I "Andrea?" the voice called/ She dropped the umbrella and opened the door. "Roy?"
Miranda sighed as she placed her spectacles on the book in front of her, it was no use. She couldn't keep her Gobanna from her Guccie or her Dolce from her Donna. She was too distracted, she got up to make a cup of coffee. Upon entering the kitchen doorway she saw her twins at the kitchen , at first she though they were huddled in a whisper, just as she was about to berate them she noticed Caroline's shoulders shaking, with a pang in her chest she realised she had walked in on her eldest daughter soothing the tears of her twin. Rather than let them know she had walked in on their private moment, she turned and retreated to her bedroom.
Andrea moved aside to allow Roy access to the apartment. They remained silence. She gestured to the kettle and he nodded. "Black, no sugar please" she bowed her head in acknowledgement. Again silence reigned. Roy looked around the small room - he didn't care how it was advertised it was not an apartment. He glanced at the settee which had obviously been slept on, and the table where 2 bag's of Tayto cheese and onion and a can of coke (remains of last night's dinner) sat. He shook his head. If Miranda knew just where her wife was living. Andrea interrupted his thoughts by handing him his coffee "thanks", she smiled back at him. "How are you?" he asked.
Miranda had decided a bath would help. She would use her most luxurious, exuberant bath products and melt the stress away. She turned the tap on the bath and began to remove her make up. She opened the cabinet above the sink, and was suddenly eye to eye with her wife's assortment of stuff. She never could get it across to the silly girl that they were rich. In favor of Lancome, the girl used Nivea, instead of GHDs she used Braun, Instead of Dior she used Revlon. No changing girls like her she guessed. She closed the cabinet again. She refused to upset herself even more. Andrea was gone because Andrea chose self harm over her wife. It was Andrea's decision - not hers and she just had to live with it, she turned away from the cabinet, turned off the taps of the bath and proceeded to get in.
Andrea began to cry. "Ah shit" he thought. Roy was in for it now. The Dragon Lady would be pissed that he hadn't managed to stop her from harming herself, nor had he managed to keep her in an appropriate living space - but now, now he'd gone and made her woman cry. Andy please don't - please don't cry, -" "She doesn't love me anymore" Andrea cut him off, sobbing. She began to pace the room. "What did I do wrong?" she sniffed and used the back of her hand to wipe her nose. "She kicked me out of my home, I miss her, Roy I miss her!" The driver put his cup of so called coffee on the table, walked to the sobbing woman, placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eye. "Well then Andrea Priestly - You know what you have to do."