Recovery
Part II
Addison had flown into Santo Domingo Las Americas Airport that Monday evening; she was exhausted from the long flight and had the cab take her directly to her hotel. She checked into the InterContinental Hotel V Centernario. She called Mark to let him know she had arrived safely, told him she was tired and didn't feel like talking, all she wanted was to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a stressful day; she had to establish a one day residency before she could file the papers. By Wednesday her divorce would be final and she would be heading back home.
Addison was tossing and turning in her sleep, she was in the middle of a nightmare and she was reliving the morning she left Derek in her dream.
Addison was gathering their evening clothes to drop them off at the dry cleaners. She started emptying his pockets; he was always forgetting to clean them out. She reached in his pants pocket and felt cloth, puzzled she pulled it out. It was a pair of black silk underwear and they were not hers.
Derek walked out of the shower to see his wife standing before him; a feeling of dread came over him, she stood frozen before him, he looked to her hands and that was when he saw them, the underwear, Meredith's underwear.
"Addison?"
She stood there in front of him, still holding the underwear in her hand "Does this make us even?" her voiced sounded so far away. A tear started to trickle down her cheek, "Well?"
Derek just stood there motionless.
She put her head back and let out a small whimper. "Please Derek tell me what you want from me," her voice remained low and controlled. "What do you want? Do you want me to stand here and watch you continue your affair with Meredith? Is that what my punishment is, we stayed married and you screw Meredith Grey?" her voiced cracked.
Still Derek stood motionless before her.
That's when she snapped, "You god damn miserable son of a bitch." She spat out, "Why, why did you do this?" She looked down at her hand and saw she was still holding the offending underwear in her hand; she dropped them as if she had been burned. "Please explain to me why?" she implored. "I gave you ever opportunity in the world to leave me. I told you if you didn't want me sign the papers," she cried. "I didn't want to be with you if you didn't want me," she took a deep breath, "Why did you sleep with Meredith Grey?" Her anger started to rise again, "Just yesterday I gave you to opportunity to end this and what did you do?" The tears started to stream faster down her cheeks. "You gave me hope again. You gave me hope. You invited me to the god damn prom led me to believe that you still wanted to work things out." She picked up the paper weight sitting on the dresser next to her and threw it at him, missing him by a hair. "Oh, I get it; it was all about hurting me," her stomach started to churn, "This was one gigantic elaborate way to pay me back for Mark."
Derek had attempted to protest, "It was not like that."
"Bullshit," she snapped back. "I get it now you didn't want me anymore, but my having an affair with Mark bruised your massive ego," she scowled at him and reached the vase on the dresser and threw that at his head. He ducked out of the way that time and it shattered behind him sending glass across the room, her aim was improving. "I'm done, I can't do this anymore," she sobbed. "I just can't do this anymore," she crumpled to the floor and continued to sob.
Derek couldn't look her in the eye; he whispered, "I can't deal with this right now," and quickly excited the trailer.
Addison shot upright in her bed, she was sweating and she could feel the tears warmth upon her face. She walked to the bathroom and rinsed her face with cold water. She looked up into the mirror; she could see the stress exhibited on her face. She took a deep breath and slowly released it and murmured to herself, "Get a grip girl, it's almost over."
She exited the bathroom and looked around the room. She noticed a single cup coffee maker in the corner along with an assortment of coffee packs and tea bags. She took the coffee pot to sink and filled it with water then poured it in the coffee maker for the hot water, then pulled out a coffee mug and an herbal tea bag. When the hot water finish pouring through the coffee maker, she filled the coffee mug along with the tea bag and let it steep.
Picking up the mug she walked back over to the bed and sat back down. She paced her hand on the phone, contemplating whether or not to call Mark. She looked over to the alarm clock, it read two a.m. Seattle was three hours behind, so it was eleven p.m. in Seattle. She picked up the phone and dialed. She was having second thoughts when Mark's groggy voice said, "Hello?"
"Hi," she meekly said.
"Hey," he sounded more alert, "Is something wrong?"
"No, I just couldn't sleep," she said shyly.
"Why not?"
"Bad dream."
"I'm glad you called then. Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, I want to forget about it."
"Ok, how about I tell you about my first day at Seattle Grace then?"
"It was that interesting?"
"Nope, sooo boring it will put you back to sleep," he could hear her laugh through the line.
"Sounds just like what the doctor ordered," she closed her eyes and gently rubbed them. "Commence with the boring story about your day," she snuggled into her blankets.
"I entered Seattle Grace exactly at eight a.m. sharp. Richard greeted me and had Dr. Karev give me a tour . . ." he continued to talk about his boring day. After sometime passed, he could hear Addie's steady breathing, he knew she was a sleep. "Sweet dreams my love," he whispered and carefully hung up the phone.
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Addison stretched and rolled over. She sat up in bed and took a look around her room. Her hair was mussed from the tossing and turning during her sleep, she had slept in her usual ribbed tank top and a red pair of boy shorts. She noticed the phone off the hook, picked it up, the line was dead from being off the hook for so long. She replaced the receiver and she smiled to herself as she remembered why the phone was off the hook, Mark was being so sweet to her. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and slowly got up and stretched again. She crossed the room to the glass sliding doors, opened them and looked outside.
She had an amazing view of the ocean, she inhaled deeply. The sea air tickled her nose. She stepped onto the balcony and leaned on the railing taking her surroundings in, the sandy beach stretched on for miles. There were few very tourists up at this time of the morning, just a few rollerbladers, some joggers and a group of older women doing their power walking.
The local merchants were starting to open up their stands. A large number of souvenir shops, food carts and places to rent bikes, boats, mopeds, if you could ride it, you could rent it. She pushed herself back off the rail and returned to her room. She needed to find the courthouse and get the prep work done so she could file the papers tomorrow. After that she would have an entire day to kill.
She looked in her bag for her for something to wear then pulled out an orange floral sundress and undergarments. She entered the bathroom, turned on the shower, then tossed her clothes on the counter. She pulled out her toothbrush and proceeded to brush her teeth.
She could hear the phone ringing from the other room; she ran out of the bathroom, launched herself on the bed and reached across for her phone. "Hello?" she was expecting it to be Mark, to wish her luck, she was wrong.
Addie let out a grimace, "Hello mother."
"Addison what on earth are you doing in Santo Domingo?" her mother demanded.
Addie let out a long sigh, "How did you find out I was here?" She could hear the shower still running, "Hang on a minute mom." She ran into the bathroom and turned the shower off. "Okay I'm back; now tell me how did you find out I was here?"
"I called your office when you didn't answer your cell phone. Your secretary told me," she explained. "So, tell my why you are in Santo Domingo without your husband."
"Well," she hesitated.
"Addison," her mom gave her that tone.
"I was going to call you when I got back home."
"Call me and tell me what? Come on Addison spit it out."
"I am down here filing for a divorce," she said quickly.
"I'll be there in time for lunch," said crisply. "Meet me in the lobby at noon."
"Mom you don't need to come, I'll be heading back home on Wednesday morning."
"I am not going to allow my baby girl to be all alone when she is filing for a divorce."
"Fine," Addie shook her head, "I'll see you in the lobby at noon."
"I have to go now; my flight is getting ready to board. I'll see you at noon and honey."
"Yes mom?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, mom."
Addison stretched out on the bed and groaned. She didn't know if she was ready to explain the failure of her marriage to her mother. She rolled off the bed and headed back to the bathroom to take her shower.