Chapter 10: NY Batteri

Thursday - "NY Batteri"

Barbwire Stapled In My Mouth That Bleeds Me Locked In A Cage Naked Animals Beat Me And A Savior Knocks An Untamed Puts In New Batteries And Charges Once Again And Charges Once Again And Charges Once Again And Charges Once Again We Set Off Into The Unknow Until We Destroy Everything And Are Dominant Once Again Once Again Once Again Once Again In The Back Where We Ride Again The Barbwire In My Mouth That Rips Up An Old Healed Wound Have Become A Rusty Soul The Electricity Is Gone I Want To Cut And Slice Myself To Death But I Don't Have The Courage I Rather Turn Myself Off I'm Alone Again

"What?"

"I want a divorce"

Mark shook his head and looked around, a little lost while Stacy went back to packing her clothes.

"You never loved me, did you?" He asked. Stacy stopped and looked down, she had loved Mark, he was sweet, caring, a gentlemen, and at some point exactly what she thought she wanted and needed. That was what she thought, until she saw House for the first time in over 5 years and her body went tingly all over. Mark was a great guy, despite the last months but that was both their faults, you cant be with someone you don't truly love, and if you are you aren't ever truly happy.

"Mark I did love you, and a part of me still does but I just don't think it's going to work."

Mark nodded his head in agreement, he had a feeling something like this would happen, In the end the truth was he just couldn't compete with House for Stacy's heart, he'd taken it long ago. He was still a little bitter an jealous but what was he going to do, if she wanted to go he had to let her.

"Are you at least going to tell me what happened to you?"

Stacy felt her body go numb again.No. She wouldn't talk about it. Finishing her suitcase, she stood infront of Mark and reached up to lay a tiny kiss on his cheek before gathering her stuff from the bathroom. When she had everthing she stood in the bedroom doorway and glared at the tramp in her bed, then turned her attention to Mark.

"When I find someplace to stay, I'll comeback and get all my stuff, I don't want the house." She said. Taking one last look at him she walked out to her car, determined to find a hotel for the night and get some sleep, she would worry about everything else in the morning.

House lay on the couch after a 3 hour workout watching "Mr. Doubtfire." He was relaxing after a long day at work and soothing his leg, he'd worked out and extra hour today after he came home angry as hell from getting 5 extra clinic hours and decided to take it out on his weights and body. He'd even did some boxing with the new boxing bag he bought, pretending it was Cuddy of course, it went right along with his dartboard that had her face taped on it.

Somewhere between the last few months, he'd found himself getting angry or ticked off easier than usual (shocker). Now though, when he got angry or depressed he wouldn't drink himself into a scotch induced stupor, but workout until his entire body ached and screamed for rest. He felt alive when he worked out, almost as if his leg didn't matter, made him feel content with himself, he liked that. Making sure not to overdue it of course, even though somdays he would teeter on the edge, he never crossed it. It was his getaway, he liked the burn, like a substitute for scotch. He never worried about how much muscle he gained or even cared for it, even though he knew his body was in the best shape it had been in years, (except the leg, of course) he mostly liked the side effects, the burn, the sweat, the short and shaky breathes it caused him, almost as if he could run again.

During the day though when he had no weights to take his mind of things, only his Ipod and gameboy or cringe a case, his thoughts multiplied by the thousands. At least one of her every other thought, but no matter how hard he tried, it wouldnt stop. 'Go to the grocery store,' what about Stacy?''pay the bills''what about Stacy?" There was no doubt that House missed her, he'd even asked himself a few times if he'd done the right thing, if saving her from him was such a good thing after all. He couldnt even save himself from himself so how was he going to save her? It was just like the first time she left, except this time he had a new addiction. One that gave him ripped abs and a rock hard chest and arms.

On the couch with a pair of sweats and his red t shirt, he watched Steve McQueen wander around his cage and run on his little wheel. House couldnt believe how much he had come to care for this rat, stoppin in the pet isle to buy him a little toy every now and then. He thought it might be because of who the rat was associated with and what happened that night. They forgave eachother. What hurt more was House meant everyword he had said, he did forgive her, now she was gone and they hadn't even had a chance to mend and heal the rest of their broken relationship and wounds. Always, deep down, he would always wish she would come back.