Chapter 13:
I was tested that day to determine if I had lost the baby or not. I wasn't going to find out until eight the next night. I was just about to get some sleep, when Eyeball crawled through my window. It had been an hour from when I was tested, and it was now nine. I haven't gone to sleep this early since I was nine years old.
"Eyeball what the hell are you doing?" I said, leaning up on my elbows.
"About an hour ago, when you were being tested, I got this sudden image that the baby was a boy."
"Eyeball." I said, not really wanting to see him.
"Then I panicked and I had to go shopping for him." Eyeball pulled out baby clothes from a bag he was carrying. They were all cute, but he was crazy.
"Eyeball." I repeated.
"Then it hit me. I might not even be able to be around him because of the way I've been acting toward you. So I'm going to stop. I just need you to give me one more chance, to show you I can do this. I'm going to stop drinking, and stop smoking, and get a new tutor so I can finish up the last month of schoolwork. And I'll get a job. But all I need is for you to take me back."
"No."
"No?"
"No. Eyeball, I can't."
"Jess, please. I can't imagine my life without you and Melanie and this new kid. One more chance. I love you."
"I can't. I'm sorry."
"What can I do, to show that I mean it."
"I don't know." He sighed, and looked around.
"I will do anything for you to believe me. I'll carve Jess into my arm if you want me to. Do you want me to do that?"
"Eyeball."
"Okay, okay. That's what I'm doing."
"No, don't."
"No, no, I am. I have to show you that I mean it." Eyeball took out a blade. Different from the one he used on me. This one was all black and said 'Cobras' on it in red letters. He started craving my name on his forearm, the part where his palm was facing the ceiling. He made noises of pain.
"Eyeball. stop."
"Ow, ow, ow, done." He said, throwing the knife down. "There. What else can I do?" He asked me.
"Eyeball."
"I'll. I'll."
"Eyeball."
"I can."
"Eyeball!" I yelled, get flustered.
"What?"
"You don't have to do anything."
"Jess, how can I prove that I love you? How can I show you how much I adore the way your nose wrinkles when you laugh, or how cute you look when you're sleeping or how your face lights up when you're having fun? How?" I smiled with tearful eyes, staring at my completely vulnerable husband.
"I think you just did." I smiled, as did he.
"I love you."
"I love you too." He came over to me and we kissed. I wasn't exactly sure if I should've forgave him or not, but I did.
I was tested that day to determine if I had lost the baby or not. I wasn't going to find out until eight the next night. I was just about to get some sleep, when Eyeball crawled through my window. It had been an hour from when I was tested, and it was now nine. I haven't gone to sleep this early since I was nine years old.
"Eyeball what the hell are you doing?" I said, leaning up on my elbows.
"About an hour ago, when you were being tested, I got this sudden image that the baby was a boy."
"Eyeball." I said, not really wanting to see him.
"Then I panicked and I had to go shopping for him." Eyeball pulled out baby clothes from a bag he was carrying. They were all cute, but he was crazy.
"Eyeball." I repeated.
"Then it hit me. I might not even be able to be around him because of the way I've been acting toward you. So I'm going to stop. I just need you to give me one more chance, to show you I can do this. I'm going to stop drinking, and stop smoking, and get a new tutor so I can finish up the last month of schoolwork. And I'll get a job. But all I need is for you to take me back."
"No."
"No?"
"No. Eyeball, I can't."
"Jess, please. I can't imagine my life without you and Melanie and this new kid. One more chance. I love you."
"I can't. I'm sorry."
"What can I do, to show that I mean it."
"I don't know." He sighed, and looked around.
"I will do anything for you to believe me. I'll carve Jess into my arm if you want me to. Do you want me to do that?"
"Eyeball."
"Okay, okay. That's what I'm doing."
"No, don't."
"No, no, I am. I have to show you that I mean it." Eyeball took out a blade. Different from the one he used on me. This one was all black and said 'Cobras' on it in red letters. He started craving my name on his forearm, the part where his palm was facing the ceiling. He made noises of pain.
"Eyeball. stop."
"Ow, ow, ow, done." He said, throwing the knife down. "There. What else can I do?" He asked me.
"Eyeball."
"I'll. I'll."
"Eyeball."
"I can."
"Eyeball!" I yelled, get flustered.
"What?"
"You don't have to do anything."
"Jess, how can I prove that I love you? How can I show you how much I adore the way your nose wrinkles when you laugh, or how cute you look when you're sleeping or how your face lights up when you're having fun? How?" I smiled with tearful eyes, staring at my completely vulnerable husband.
"I think you just did." I smiled, as did he.
"I love you."
"I love you too." He came over to me and we kissed. I wasn't exactly sure if I should've forgave him or not, but I did.