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Chapter 2
Kirsten was still lying in a ball on the bathroom floor. She opened her eyes slowly. Her body was stiff and her back ached. Her robe was draped on top of her. Sandy must've covered her during the night. She sat up carefully and saw that Sandy was sitting close to her leaning against the wall sleeping. Kirsten got shakily to her feet and saw that she was still covered in mud. She could feel herself shiver in the cold and she went into her bedroom. The bed was also caked with mud. She began to rip off the sheets and throw them into a pile before taking them downstairs to the laundry room.
Sandy woke up to find his wife gone. The spot where she lay most of the night was empty. He went into their bedroom and saw that their dirty sheets had been cleared from the bed. His head ached and his throat was dry. He'd spent most if the night watching Kirsten. He saw her shiver in her sleep and he found her robe to keep her warm. He checked his cell and saw that he had seven missed calls. Rachel. His eyes welled as he saw her name. How could he do it to Kirsten? He loved her so much. He switched off his cell and placed it on the chest of drawers.
The kitchen was empty. It had been for over three months now. She missed her boys but for the first time since they both fled she was glad they weren't here to witness this. She loaded the sheets into the machine. Her throat was dry so she poured herself a glass of water. She sat down at the island and put her head in her hands. She sighed loudly trying to control the tears that were beginning to creep down her cheeks. The night before she was more shocked than anything. When he told her she couldn't move. She closed her eyes and stood rooted to the spot. He tried to wrap his arms around her but she flinched away. She turned and slowly walked out the front door into the darkness. Now she could feel the anger building up inside her. She gripped the glass in her hand tightly. She tried to push the images out if her mind by focusing on the glass. She placed it on the table and watched small beads of condensation slink down the side. She counted them: one, two, three, four... It didn't work. The thoughts kept creeping in. She picked up the glass and concentrated harder: five, six, seven, eight... It still didn't work. She felt like she was going to explode. She took the glass and threw it hard across the room. It shattered into a million pieces on the floor. She got up and went out to the pool house. She had been it twice since Ryan left. Once to strip the bed and clean his sheets and the second time was to gather some of Ryan's things he wanted her to take to Chino for him. When she opened the door a musty smell leaked out. She opened the doors wide and opened the blinds to allow some more light and fresh air in. She looked around and saw that the only thing that was left of Ryan's was a photo of Marissa. It sat unaccompanied on his bedside table.
Sandy jumped at the sound of breaking glass. He listened carefully but everything was silent. He made his way downstairs and found glass all over the floor in a puddle of water. He checked the den and the living room for his wife but he couldn't find her anywhere. He ran to the front door afraid she'd run off somewhere but her car was still there. He pressed redial to check if she's called anyone but the last call was to wherever Kirsten ordered in from the night before. He went back to the kitchen and checked the garden. He had to explain. It was a mistake. He loved her more than anything. He didn't know how to fix this but he knew he wouldn't stop until she forgave him.
Kirsten pulled off her top and jeans. She refused to go to her own bathroom since she knew he was there in a stupor. She walked over to the bathroom and switched on the shower. She turned the temperature on full. She climbed in and let the water beat down on her back. The water was scalding but she didn't care. She stood under the jet until she could feel the water begin to cool. She looked down at her arms and body. It was red but the water was rapidly going cold. She sat down under the gush of water and allowed herself to cry. Her tears got lost in the stream of water streaking over her face. The water was ice cold and she began to shiver. She reached up and turned the water off. She balanced her head on her knees and wiped the water out of her eyes. When she climbed out of the shower she heard him calling her name. He must've seen her dirty clothes on the floor. She wrapped a towel around herself and marched out of the bathroom, "Going to work?" she asked sternly.
"Of course not."
"Why not? Oh I'm sorry isn't she in today?"
"Kirsten we need to talk."
"I don't wanna talk to you." Kirsten pushed by her husband and made her way into the garden. Her feet were still wet and as she got to the door she felt her feet slide away from her. As she went down she felt strong arms grab her and lift her back onto her feet. Sandy had his arms around her waist and she pushed herself away from him hurriedly. "Don't fucking touch me!" She yelled and proceeded into the house.
Kirsten fought to hide the tears forming in her eyes but when she got to the kitchen she felt small prickles on her left foot. She jumped back and saw that she had walked straight into the glass that covered the floor. She looked closely at the sole of her foot and saw that there were only a few cuts. Sandy ran in and immediately began to sweep up the glass. "Leave it." She ordered, "If I wanted it swept up I would've done it myself." Sandy looked up at his wife confused as she went upstairs to their bedroom.
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