I sighed, stepping out of the car. I jiggled his keys around before locking the car and walking into the building.

I thought it would be nice if I just checked up on him, make sure he wasn't feeling isolated or bored.

I opened the door, stepping through. I walked up to the register, staring at the young brunette.

She was no younger than twenty-four, but defiantly older than my age. She had long, wavy caremel hair with orange lips and hazel coloured eyes.

"AA is at the third floor." She smiled, handing me a panflit. "Oh, I just wanted to ask if a certain person came here today."

She nodded. "Okay, who are you looking for?" She asked, clearing her stuff away. "Um, he's tall and is a blonde..."

She cocked an eyebrow, gesturing me to continue. "Darling, there are many blonde hunks where we live. Can you be more precise?"

I blushed. "Urh, well he wears shades and is built-" She cut me off with a long 'oooh' filled with realisation.

"He's a real hot one, isn't he? What is your name, miss?" I bit my lip, my liking for her leaving. "Agatha. My name is Agatha."

She shook her head, sighing. "He told me that I couldn't tell you things about where he is." I gaped, my face cross eyed as I folded my arms.

"He said what now?" I grumbled. "Yeah...he payed me so..." I scoffed, watching her count her money. "10...20...30...40...50... Sorry, doll. I don't want to lose this wad."

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "So you're telling me that you won't tell me where he is?" I groaned, causing her to look up.

"Seriously...yes. Are you somehow his relative, for I can tell you where he is." I bit my lip, debating with myself.

"Yes, I'm kind of his relative." I lied, breaking into sweats. She cocked an eyebrow staring at me. "Really? Who are you to him?"

"I'm his um...his wife." She widened her eyes. "He must hate you a lot of he doesn't want to see you." She chuckled.

I gritted my teeth. "Actually, he loves me. See he's in the AA and he doesn't want me to see him in a horrible state so..."

"I'd thought he would be a boy to never get married." She chuckled. I smiled bitterly. "Yes, well he caved for me."

"He doesn't seem of the married type." She mumbled, still counting her money. "He doesn't seem like a father either, but he really does suprise some people."

She gaped, staring at me. "He's a father too?" I cursed underneath my breath, scolding myself for lying. "Yes, actually. A father of three."

"What are their names?" I panicked, squeezing my hips. "Um...Tedros junior, Charlie and Hermione."

"What cute names? May I see a picture?" She challenged, waiting for me to say something. I groaned. "Can you please just tell me where my damn husband is?!"

"Wait!" She called out. "Let me see a picture of these adorable kids." She smirked. I hesitated, wracking my brain for another lie.

"My kids are very insecure..." I shot back, nearly shouting. "What they don't know won't hurt them." She smiled, tapping her nose.

"They are...very, very, very ugly kids," She cocked an eyebrow. "Very ugly." She shook her head. "That's not a very...motherly thing to say about your child."

"Yes, but umm...they have unibrows and pimples and hair sprouting everywhere and puss in the pimples and horrible grey eyes...just horrible. I don't want to scar you with their pictures, the last person I showed them to is still recovering in hospital," I sighed.

"But to be precise, they are actually waiting to die in hospice." She gasped. "But you and your husband are very good looking how can that happen?"

"His grand-fathers genes. Just messed them up. I never wanted to put another baby through that pain, but they just keep popping out over and over again. I'm actually expecting."

"But your belly is flat." She stated. I hesitated. "Take me to my damn husband!" I screamed.

She groaned, getting up from her seat. "If I lose my money..." She mumbled. I was unable to make out what she said in the end, but it wasn't very nice.

I followed her as she escorted me out of the building. This was another exit, so I couldn't have seen him leave. She walked all the way to the back, stopping in her tracks.

"You see the blonde with the cigarette?" She questioned, smiling slightly. "That's your man. Now I've got to leave."

She backed out, running the other way. I slowly walked up to him, listening to him softly blow on his cigar.

Smoke escaped from his mouth, floating in the air and hit me straight in the face. I coughed, causing him to look up.

He looked back down, now uneasy. He continued to smoke on his cigarette, pretending I wasn't there.

"Are you serious, Tedros?" I questioned. He didn't answer me, but continued to smoke, blowing out smoke over and over again.

I fanned it away with my hand, growling. "Are you kidding me, Tedros?" He still didn't respond.

I swiped it away, thrashing it onto the ground and put it out with my foot. "Hey!" He shouted, now towering me.

"You're a real joke, you know that right?" I frowned, watching him roll his eyes. "I said I didn't want to go anyway. Why are you so surprised?!"

I ran my fingers through my hair, kicking the dirt. "Because I thought that for the first time in forever I had somehow pushed you a step forward."

"Why won't you leave me in peace?" He groaned, kneeling on the wall. "Because-because...I don't know, I just-"

"Then please just fuck off. Stop getting yourself involved in things that don't concern you."

I gaped, folding my arms.

He groaned, pulling out another cigarette. "Unless you want smoke blasted in your face, you should leave."

I sighed before throwing his keys in his face. "Watch how you talk to me next time!" I growled, before turning a corner.

I walked right passed the car, walking to a place I didn't even know. I had my wallet with me, it wouldn't be that bad.

I was fumed and aggravated. I tried to help him, to make him more healthy and safe, but he doesn't even want my help.

If he doesn't I won't give it to him, I won't bother him, I won't even be there for him.

How did you like that? Yes, Tedros was a jerk in this one and yes, Agatha has every right to be feeling this way.

Tell me how you felt about this down below.

Why don't you answer some questions too:

A) Did you expect this from Tedros or were you actually expecting him to visit the AA?

B) Do you think the brunette like Tedros?

C) Do you think Agatha was jealous?

Tell me more bubz(*^o^*)