𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝

11 | 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

When I got home from work today, my eyes wandered around the house.

The house was so quiet, usually y/n would've ran up to me by now and asked me all about my day.

The smell of food filling the house.

But now it was just empty, even though all the staffs were here.

I walked upstairs to our room. Only to see her looking out the window, her eyes red.

"Baby." I called out but got no response. I walked over to hug her but she threw a pillow at me instead.

"Get out." She screamed as her hair fell over her face. I didn't want to make her even more angry so I left.

On my way out I stumbled across the nurse that I hired to take care of y/n.

"Please make sure that my wife's stitches didn't tear." I said before walking to the guest bedroom, which was just down the hall.

I wanted to take away her pain, her tears. But I couldn't and I know that. 

I sat on the bed, closing my eyes wanting things to go back to the way that they used to be and that was when I heard a loud crash.

It was coming from the master bedroom.

I ran in there, only to see glass all over the floor, the nurse looking scared and rage in y/n eyes.