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Haley stood there, dripping wet, dressed in the same outfit as Nathan had seen her in before. Her mascara running down her cheeks, "Nathan, what are you doing? Taylor you slut?" she screeched in anger.
Nathan got out from under Taylor, "Could you give us a minute?" he asked tightly, his tone laced with anger.
Grabbing her tube top, she made her way into the bathroom and closed the door, the sound of water running could be heard.
"What are you doing here?" Nathan asked nonchalantly, pulling his sweater on over his head.
"I came to see you, I have a break for a couple days from the tour," Haley explained.
"So?" Nathan sat on the bed, looking her dead in the eye. "Why should I care?" anger blazed in his eyes.
"Well I'm so sorry to have disturbed you, almost about to fuck that piece of trash," Haley spat out, anger flushing her cheeks.
"That piece of trash as you call her means more to me right now than you do, dearest wife," Nathan spat at her bitterly, venom coating the last two words as they left his mouth.
"I can't believe the tour for this for you," Haley said more to herself than to him.
"You know what Hales, I think you were right when you said we were too young to get married," Nathan got off the bed and made to move past her.
"Where are you going?" Haley raged at him, her hands clenched in fists.
"Away from you, when you-" was cut off by a stinging slap to his cheek from Haley's hand.
Stepping back, shocked that she'd hit him, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" Nathan grabbed her roughly. "What you didn't mean to hit me, to hurt me."
Pulling back from her, he moved to stand by the window, the door was still open, rain had dampened the carpet. "Haley when you left me to go on that tour, you took my heart and stamped on it into tiny little pieces, every minute you were gone was agony, I couldn't eat, drink, feel, act normal, you'd become my whole world, a minute away from you wasn't normalcy for me, I couldn't comprehend a world without you."
Haley moved towards him. "Let me finish," he grated out in a harsh voice.
"Going back to our morning meeting place on the wharf, feeling the weight of the bracelet, I'd given you, looking at it, tore me in half, I felt like I'd been hit by a car and backed over a few times, maybe I'm too young to feel this much, but I do and god," his voice caught as his emotions broke out of the box, he'd shoved them in, "it hurts so much, I can't stand it anymore, it'd be almost worth it, not to have to live, so I wouldn't have to feel this pain tearing me apart, but then I found Taylor and some of that pain went away." He trailed off, his eyes cast on the sparkling light of the droplets as they fell hitting the pavement.