Chapter 6

            He drove his car down the roads the quiet engine purring and he wheels gliding over the ground. He really loved this car. In his driveway sat another car, a silver Mercedes. He frowned as the car wasn’t one he recognized and the hour was late.

            He turned off his car’s engine, barely making a difference in sound level. He got out and quietly closed his car door.

            A light was on somewhere on the lower level as the front window was lit up. He tested the doorknob, which turned.

            He became a little scared; Ludwig and Eliza were alone in the house which was unlocked and open.

            He banged the door open and ran towards the lighted room, being his family room.

            He screeched to a stop, his eyes widening at the sight on his couch. His heart broke, shattered, into millions of pieces. A strangled gasp emitted from his throat, and tears fought to be freed from his crimson eyes.

            All fear left him.

            To be replaced by depression and sadness.

            He felt broken.

            A scream and a string of cursing came from his couch. Eliza sat up, grabbing the nearest clothing to cover up and the man jumped off Eliza and rolled/fell over the back of the couch.

            He stood up, the couch covering his lower body. The man pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and stared at Gilbert.

            Tension sweeped through the room, blanketing down and suffocating the three people.

            Gilbert looked at Eliza, a pure heartbroken look flooding his eyes. She looked away from him.

            “How could you?” he asked pain flooding his voice as well

            “I don’t love you anymore. The love died a long time ago Gilbert.” she whispered but he caught every word

            Anger started to replace his pain. And it did so at a rapid rate.

            “We’re married! Till death do us part!” he snarled

            She recoiled from his anger, but then responded with a harsh tone

            “Well it seems it made a mistake ever marrying you!”

            The man spoke up “Well you did marry a stripper… one could view that as a mistake.”

            Gilbert froze and his eyes widened. Eliza made a gagging sound.

            “W-what?” she sputtered

            Gilbert looked at her “I’m a stripper…and bar tender.” he muttered and threw a glare at the man

            “How long have you been doing this?!” she screamed

            “Since before we were married.” he answered looking at her

            Her anger rolled across the room as she glowered at him.

            His cold stare burned into her eyes.

            “Don’t look at me like that Mr. Beillschmidt” she growled

            He made a coughing sound “Mr. Beillschmidt eh? Well then Mrs. Beillschmidt.” he sneered

            “Ew don’t call me that!” she yelled

            “It’s your last name!” he bellowed

            “What if I don’t want it to be?” she asked coldly

            He paused as a wave of pain rolled through his mind.

            “You took the name! You married me! Because you loved me!” he growled

            “I don’t love you anymore you damn albino freak!” he screamed

            “You fucking cheating lying whore!” he yelled back, his hurt at her statement becoming anger

            The man cut in “Watch your mouth, that isn’t very gentlemen like”

            Gilbert looked at him “And just who the hell are you-you damned man whore” he snarled

            “I am Roderich.” the men replied

            Gilbert’s mouth twitched “I think you ought to leave.”

            Roderich pulled on pants and walked out the door, but Gil heard no car engine humming to life.

            Eliza took her ring off, looked at it as it lay in her hand. With one last look at it, she threw it at him; it bounced and rolled on the floor to stop at his feet.

            She looked at him “Goodbye forever you fucking loser. I am leaving you! Go die in a hole you filthy freakish beast.” she spat, and then turning on heel marched out the door, slamming it shut behind her.

            A car roared to life and he heard the sound fade.

            He let out an un-awesome heartbroken wail and sunk to his knees, his face in his hands, and he sobbed.

            He couldn’t keep his composure; the sobs rolled though his body and tears streamed down his face.

            He didn’t know how long he cried for. He didn’t know what time it was.

            He just felt… empty. Betrayed. Broken.

            Lost and lonely.

            But utterly and totally devastated.

            He never heard the footsteps but he felt a small hand on his shaking shoulder.

            Gil looked up, meeting the eyes of his little brother. “L-Luddy, g-go back to bed its late.” Gilbert said trying to not cry in front of the small boy

            “But its morning.” the boy replied

            Gilbert wiped the shameful tears away with his hand and looked up, sure enough light was streaming through the windows.

            Gilbert shakily stood, and his younger brother looked up to him.

            “I’ll make you breakfast.” Gilbert said walking into the kitchen. The ring on the floor, sparkling in the morning light.

            Ludwig followed his brother into the kitchen and sat in the chair. He watched his brother, his young mind comprehending most of the situation

            Gilbert knocked around the kitchen, not used to cooking as he hadn’t in a long time. He made wurst for his brother and set in on the table, and he took a seat in his chair.

            Ludwig munched the sausage and Gilbert watched his little bruder, the only thing he had now.