Full of Grace -- Chapter 1
Skye pulled up to the lake house, she paused for a second to take the sight in. It was painful for her to even see it, the home that she and Jax had shared, the place where they started their life together. She wanted to burn it down. Rid the earth of every memory she had with Jax, but she couldn't because they were all burned into her soul.
Skye shook her head and than stumbled her way into the house. It was pitch black inside, after some tripping and falling she found the light switch. She didn't even stop to remove her coat; she just headed straight towards the liquor. She needed it, wanted it, she had to numb the pain. It was overwhelming.
She picked up the bottle of vodka, her mouth began to water, and she closed her eyes and swallowed it, the warm liquid felt like heaven flowing over her tongue, down her throat. She could feel the pain floating away. Skye opened her eyes and for the first time since she got home she looked around. The first thing her eyes landed on was the gift Courtney had given them for their wedding, she picked it up and threw it at the wall, the glass shattered. The image of her husband with another woman floated back into her head, she stormed into the kitchen and grabbed the lighter fluid underneath the sink, and she headed towards the fireplace, also guarded with a box full of matches.
Skye, guided by the searing pain in her heart, ripped the pictures of the happiest day of her life out of the book she had them put into. She threw the pictures that portrayed wedded bliss and put them on the fireplace, they would make great kindling. She drenched the pictures in gasoline until the can was empty. She lit them all on fire, she was amazed, a strike of a match and than it was all gone, just like in life. She continued drinking while she watched the fire smoke away her memories. ---- Jax stood at the door, he didn't want to open it, he didn't want to face reality, and he was elated by his reunion with Brenda. He wasn't sure what "his wife's" reaction would be, but he could guarantee that it wouldn't be a good one.
When he walked in the door the smell of vodka overwhelmed his senses. He shook his head, he was disappointed, and he thought she was stronger than this. He should've known.
"Skye." As he said her name her eyelids slowly lifted, only a small lamp and the fire lighted the room but he could still see her lips curl into a smile.
"Well if it isn't my roaming husband home from bed-hopping. Tell me how was your dear Brenda? As good as you remembered?"
He had stepped so closed to him he could smell the vodka on her breath. He looked her straight in the eye. "Better."
His comment was like a slap in the face, the smile upon her face disappeared. "What are you doing here than? Why aren't you with her? Huh?"
"I came to talk to you about our divorce."
"What divorce? I never agreed to anything, and I never will, I will make your life as painful as you've made mine."
"Skye! You can't fight this! I'm in love with Brenda, I'll give you whatever you want, but you won't stop me from being with the woman I love."
The words that the man she loved spoke went straight to her soul, the pain was blinding. How could he? When just such a short time ago he had told her he had loved her and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. How could this be happening? It wasn't supposed to be like this. He wasn't supposed to leave her. "Get out!"
Skye pulled up to the lake house, she paused for a second to take the sight in. It was painful for her to even see it, the home that she and Jax had shared, the place where they started their life together. She wanted to burn it down. Rid the earth of every memory she had with Jax, but she couldn't because they were all burned into her soul.
Skye shook her head and than stumbled her way into the house. It was pitch black inside, after some tripping and falling she found the light switch. She didn't even stop to remove her coat; she just headed straight towards the liquor. She needed it, wanted it, she had to numb the pain. It was overwhelming.
She picked up the bottle of vodka, her mouth began to water, and she closed her eyes and swallowed it, the warm liquid felt like heaven flowing over her tongue, down her throat. She could feel the pain floating away. Skye opened her eyes and for the first time since she got home she looked around. The first thing her eyes landed on was the gift Courtney had given them for their wedding, she picked it up and threw it at the wall, the glass shattered. The image of her husband with another woman floated back into her head, she stormed into the kitchen and grabbed the lighter fluid underneath the sink, and she headed towards the fireplace, also guarded with a box full of matches.
Skye, guided by the searing pain in her heart, ripped the pictures of the happiest day of her life out of the book she had them put into. She threw the pictures that portrayed wedded bliss and put them on the fireplace, they would make great kindling. She drenched the pictures in gasoline until the can was empty. She lit them all on fire, she was amazed, a strike of a match and than it was all gone, just like in life. She continued drinking while she watched the fire smoke away her memories. ---- Jax stood at the door, he didn't want to open it, he didn't want to face reality, and he was elated by his reunion with Brenda. He wasn't sure what "his wife's" reaction would be, but he could guarantee that it wouldn't be a good one.
When he walked in the door the smell of vodka overwhelmed his senses. He shook his head, he was disappointed, and he thought she was stronger than this. He should've known.
"Skye." As he said her name her eyelids slowly lifted, only a small lamp and the fire lighted the room but he could still see her lips curl into a smile.
"Well if it isn't my roaming husband home from bed-hopping. Tell me how was your dear Brenda? As good as you remembered?"
He had stepped so closed to him he could smell the vodka on her breath. He looked her straight in the eye. "Better."
His comment was like a slap in the face, the smile upon her face disappeared. "What are you doing here than? Why aren't you with her? Huh?"
"I came to talk to you about our divorce."
"What divorce? I never agreed to anything, and I never will, I will make your life as painful as you've made mine."
"Skye! You can't fight this! I'm in love with Brenda, I'll give you whatever you want, but you won't stop me from being with the woman I love."
The words that the man she loved spoke went straight to her soul, the pain was blinding. How could he? When just such a short time ago he had told her he had loved her and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. How could this be happening? It wasn't supposed to be like this. He wasn't supposed to leave her. "Get out!"
