Eddie's POV

Here we go again... My wife was screaming and shouting and hollering loud enough for the people across he street to hear us. All because I wouldn't give her the money for more clothes.

"We're married! We are meant to share everything, it's ours not YOURS!" She carried on, her face turning redder by the minute. I wasn't even really listening. "Eddie are you even listening?!"

"Not really." I said honestly, slumping further down in the sofa.

"God Eddie you are so frustrating! After everything I've done for you and you won't give me the small stuff that I need!" My head whipped round into her direction.

"Need? NEED? You don't need a £400 bag but you have one. You don't need £200 worth of clothes when you have a closet full of ones with the labels still on them! I work so fucking hard and all you do is spend it!" I stood up, pacing around the room in frustration. Why did I stay in this relationship? Why did I pick her over Sara? My mind floated back to her once again, as it had done at least once a day since I ended it with her. I'd made a mistake, but I was too afraid to admit that and rectify it. I couldn't be in this marriage anymore. It was killing me.

"We are meant to share everything! That's what marriage is!" She stomped about.

"For you maybe, cos all you care about are material items that'll make you look better than everyone else! To me marriage is meant to be about love and trust and respect!" I could feel the veins in my neck protruding, my throat becoming hoarse and dry.

"How dare you!" She growled.

"Well it's true isn't it? You only married me for my money, knowing I was getting inheritance and starting my own business. You just knew how to woo me!" I slammed my hand down on the table top. She looked at me with a mixed emotion - half anger and half hurt but we both knew I was right.

"The money was for maternity clothes! Have you forgotten I'm having YOUR baby?!" Catherine shouted, throwing the closest thing she could reach at me. A set of keys. One of them caught the side of my eye and cut it, the gash bleeding instantly.

"Fuck!" I shouted as I placed my hand over the gash, running to reach the closest tissue and holding it to the cut. "Well done you stupid cow." I spat.

"Oh Eddie, I'm sorry!" The sweet voice was back, a sudden change from the angry one a second ago. She was regretting throwing them now, knowing I'd use it against her.

"I'm going out. Don't wait up for me. Don't call me. Just leave me alone." I grabbed my jacket and threw it on in a rage, storming out of the house as dramatically as I could. How on earth could we bring a child up in this mess? I wasn't against having children at all, but I didn't want one with her at the moment because we were too unstable. This was proof of that. I didn't have a clue where to go though, I'd exhausted all my options, I was just going to have to walk around for ages until it felt right to go home.
A stinging sensation brought me back into reality. I needed to get this cut sorted. There was no point going to the hospital, they would ask too many questions, and I'd have to wait for hours and hours to be seen. Where else could I go that could sort this out for me? Someone who was a nurse or-

Could I really call her now? What if she was at work? What if she didn't answer as soon as my name popped up? Had she blocked me? Would she even speak to me?

There was only one way to find out...

"Hello?" Sara's sweet voice filled my ears after only a few rings.

"Hi Sara, its Eddie." I hesitated. How do I word this? "I need your help."

"Is everything okay?" She quickly asked, worry lacing the words. I could imagine the look she would have been giving me if I had been standing in front of her.

"I know I'm probably the last person you want to hear from, and I'm so sorry for what I did to you." I continued, ignoring her question. "Are you at work now?"

"Eddie, what do you want?" She said bluntly. It cut like knives. This kind, caring, sweet girl had been turned into a cold hearted monster. And that was because of me.

"Do you know anyone who can do stitches?" I blurted out, not really making much sense.

"Stitches? For who? Are you hurt?" Her voice sped up as the anxiety increased. She was clearly worried about my welfare, even after everything I'd done. What a woman.

"It's not bad but yeah. I just need some stitches. Hospitals will take too long." There was long silence at the other end of the phone, followed by a sigh.

"Come to my house. I'll do it."

***

I'd never walked so fast to get somewhere in my life. My body was filled with excitement, butterflies going crazy as I knocked on her door. The last time I did this, we were passionate. I still can't believe she's even letting me in. The door swung open and Sara stood there, dressed casually in jeans and a tank top, with a zip up jacket on. It was undone, and the left side had fallen off her shoulder. She looked lovely. I'd almost forgotten the reason I'd come here, until her small, cold hands grabbed mine and pulled me into the front room, where she sat me down without a word and looked at my eye.

"How did this happen?" The first words she had spoken to me. I looked up at her and our eyes met for a second, before the broke it by looking away.

"I got in a fight." I half told the truth.

"This is pretty deep, you're lucky there's not more permanent damage." She walked away and grabbed a large bag from the back of the room, hidden away. She threw it onto the table in front of me and opened it out, revealing a whole host of medical supplies. "I'm going to need to numb it, clean it and stitch it. It's going to hurt."

"Thank you for the warn- aahh!" She'd injected some anaesthetic into my eyebrow. Within a few seconds it was tingling, and after a minute I couldn't feel a thing. It was bliss.

"Stay still and don't say a word." She warned as she threaded a needle.