"So..." I stared at my mother who was busy cooking on the stove. I know she hated when I dragged out my sentences. I was sure she was ignoring me, but I didn't know how to ask the question that was on the tip of my tongue, so instead I started with, "You just got your treatment a while ago and I've been thinking..."

Demi, my mother, set her lips in a thin line, chopping the vegetables. She sometimes cooked for herself since it calmed her down, and she claimed that it made her feel useful. "Stop hovering, Demiah."

I licked my dry lips; I hadn't had time to put on some gloss this morning saying as how I was rushing, "Titus placed enough money in your account for quite a few more appointments." I still grew nervous speaking to my mother.

She placed the knife on the cutting board with a thud, gradually catching on to what I was saying, "Not this again, Demiah." 

"Mama, if you would just lis—" I started but she threw the kitchen cloth on the counter and showed that she was no longer interested in the conversation due to how she left the room and interrupted me.

"Listen to what Demiah?" She started, her voice rough and tired. "Listen to how you're not happy? How Titus doesn't love you?— He doesn't pay you attention?" She asked, her voice mocking and bored. "These are things that you have to endure in a marriage, Demiah. Why is it that you only think about yourself?" Her voice had began to raise. "Why must you always be so selfish, think about me and your father. What? You want to divorce him? I thought we had this conversation already— without Titus, you are nothing."

I stared at my mother with my lips pursed, tightly so to prevent the childish tears from welling up in my eyes. My teeth gritted together and my arms clutched at my forearm.

I watched as her mother shook her head in disbelief with a roll of her eyes, walking away after flicking her wrist away from me.

As she walked away, each step carrying her further and further away from me, my lips twitched before I finally blurted, "He cheated on me."

She stopped in her tracks, her stance tense and agitated until she spun on her heel and looked at me, her expression uncomfortable. She slowly walked over to me, and I expected an  embrace, a gentle, motherly smile, but instead she looked away from me and refused to meet my eyes as she talked.

"W-Well—" Her hand moved behind her neck, "You should dress b-better, and for God's sake, lose some weight, get your hair done nice and well, and—" She stood there flustered, unsure of what to say. "It isn't his fault— a man has needs, and if his wife isn't capable of satisfying  them, then he should seek to fulfill them elsewhere, have I taught you nothing?" Her voice now held stability as she clenched her fist at the bottom of the sundress that she was wearing.

She then looked away from me again, but this time, as if I was a huge disappointment and she was disgusted by the sight of me. She mumbled something under her breath about incompetence, leaving me standing with pursed lips from her departure into the other room, my hands reaching up to play with the pendant of the necklace that was dangling around my neck.

It was at that moment that I knew that this had to stop. Despite everything, I still loved my mother, but since she already had such low thoughts of me, I think it was finally time that I met those thoughts— time that I began acting as selfish as she thought I was and to only think about myself.

How worse can it get? What more degrading words were left for her to call me?

I guess we were about the find out.

'~~~~|~~~~'

I left Chelsea, my car; at my parents' home this time, instead calling Killian to pick me up. When he had drove us safely home, I got out of the car, but not before asking him if Titus was already here.

After I got his answer, I wasted no time rushing in to the house and towards Titus' office. The sound of me slamming open his door surely startled Titus at his desk, enough for him to stand from his seat and stare at me with wide eyes.

The roles seemed to have switched as I watched him, eyes wide and stance slumped. I folded my arms across my chest as I raised my neck higher, "I want a divorce."

Silence settled in the air.

Titus' lips blubbered, "A d-divorce?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Unlike you, I didn't stutter— so yes, a divorce.

He directed his attention to a pen on his desk as he rolled it back and forth, "And why is that?"

I snickered, but composed myself afterwards, "I believe the correct question is— why wouldn't I divorce you?"

His head suddenly snapped up, and the look of a man that was seemingly in distress disappeared, a sinister smile crossing his features.

"I think you seem to forget the fact that I own everything you have. In addition to that, I also pay your mother's hospital bills," He paused as he finally stood up straight, one of his hands stuck in his pockets, "So if I were you— I'd watch the next thing that came out of that pretty little mouth of yours." He moved to sit on the edge of his desk.

I nodded in understand, but my words completely contradicted my actions, "Why don't you let me worry about that. And if you'd like, I could leave everything you own right here— just so there wouldn't be any issues."

His smile disappeared instantly, before he bolted up from his desk and was directly in front of me. He grabbed tightly onto my face and angled my jaw to look up at him, "You grew confident these last few days, didn't you?" He squeezed painfully. "I think I need to remind you of your place," He scowled.

I tried freeing my jaw from the confines of his hand, but his grip was strong and tight.

He looked satisfied at my silence, although it was involuntary due to the grip that he had on me.

He sneered down at me again, a scowl marring across his features, "You should try biting that tongue of yours when you have nothing relevant to say," He continued.

My lips turned upside down and my eyebrows scrunched downward angrily, a soft noise of discomfort passing my lips when Titus— looking extremely happy with himself— released my jaw with a rough push towards to side.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I look back up at him, his lips now opening for some foolish words to pour out of them.

Not giving him time to utter even a sound, my hand shoots out in the air and hits Titus right across the cheek, the sound resounding loudly in the air.

Hand stinging badly, I watch as Titus' body stays intact, only his face looking towards the other side in the same direction that I slapped him in.

His face slowly turns back around in my direction, his angry eyes meeting the wrath in mine. With great malice, I speak, "If you ever pit your filthy hand on me again, I'll cut it off."  I spit.

Not waiting on him to speak, or even breathe, I turn around and in the small crack between the door and the frame, I slide out, slamming the door behind me and resting my back against the surface as I release a shaky breath.

'~~~~|~~~~'

Not caring about folding my clothes, I stuff them messily and carelessly into the suitcase that was sprawled across the bed, mumbling incoherent curses under my breath.

Knowing Titus, he was going to retaliate, maybe not today and certainly not tomorrow, but he was going to retaliate eventually, and I needed to ensure that I wouldn't be here to endure the consequences.

I fill the suitcase to the brim, with all of the clothes that were most important and a necessity to me, my heels in a much smaller duffel bag across the room.

Although Titus was a lying, conniving asshole, he still made sure that I was supported financially, which made him feel as if he could treat me the way he felt like.

Despite this, it worked out in my favour, because I wasn't one to go spending money every week or every month on new things. There should be more than enough money in my account to last me a couple of months if I rented an apartment.

I just needed to find someone quick and withdraw the money before he realised and froze my account.

For now, I just needed a place to stay, even if it was at my parents, and I had to listen to my mother and father explain to me how I would never amount to anything in my life.

My parents didn't hate me, I think that they just had a hard time expressing their love for me. I think that they themselves thought that they were just doing what was best for me but it wasn't.

I was a full, grown woman, and I knew what was best for myself, and it certainly didn't include Titus.

Finally finished packing my shit, I push open the door with the tip of my toes, dragging my suitcase and duffel bag through the door with me.

I ignore the few eyes of the maids and such on me as I make my final departure. The next and last time that I should be here would be to collect with rest of my belongings.

Good-fucking-bye.

'~~~~|~~~~'

As expected, my mother was furious. She barely even let me explain myself, she just went on and on about how I was making a big mistake. My father just sat there and listened to my mother go on about how I was selfish and ridiculous.

Even as I went upstairs to place my items in my old bedroom, I could still hear her hysteric yells, and even her exaggerated sobs about how I was about to become a divorcee who had no children. Ouch, by the way— she didn't forget to include how I could still go back to Titus and ask him to forgive me.

One thing was for sure, I was not going to be staying here for long.

I wasted no time in freshening up and making my way over to Jenny's.

I sat at her island, my fingers tracing the patterns on the surface. I watch as a steaming cup of hot chocolate is slid over to me by Jenny as she situates  herself in front of me, "Wow, D, I had no idea that things were this bad."

"Well—" Was all that I had the energy to offer as I sipped the fluid that she placed in front of me.

"You know that you could have always stayed here until you got back on your feet. I knew that there was always something about Titus," She tsked as she took a sip of whatever it was that she also made for herself.

"You know that I could never inconvenience you like that Jen— and before you say anything, I really do appreciate the offer but really... I'm fine," I smile gently at her she frowns at me interrupting her statement. I continue with a sigh, "I just don't feel like having to listen to my mother rant all night."

Jenny stays quiet for a while, sipping at the liquid in her mug until she suddenly perks up, "That means you're not busy this evening then?"

I furrow my eyebrows at her excitement, "I'm not going to like this idea you have, will I?" I look at her skeptically.

She bites her lip to refrain her smile, "That depends," A pregnant pause. "How do you feel about being a newly single woman?"

'~~~~|~~~~'

Word Count: 2030

~TheOfficialSinner

This chapter caused so much problems to post, but don't worry, next chapter won't take as long. I'm sorry if this feels rushed.