⚠️Chapter contains some sexual content⚠️
I have been at this beach house for months. Only thing I can remember is when Eve and Blade came into my life. I'm assuming Mac was the one who brought them. However, I don't remember her showing back up and I can't tell who it was who that was with them. The person is blurred and distorted. Their voice is muffled so my lack of memory is seriously pissing me off.
Mac packed me a bag but I haven't even opened it up to look at anything. It's still in the same spot I placed it. I already had clothes packed so I don't know what she's put in that bag. I've almost touch it every time I look at it but for some reason I back away like it's a rattlesnake ready to strike me each time. Getting over my fears, I'm going to open that bag. After hours of huffing, puffing, pep talking, and cussing myself out. I walk to that damn bag, I'm going to open that damn bag today. The damn bag is in front of me now as I look at it. Exhaling and inhaling, I walk away from the bag. I guess I won't be opening it up right now.
I reach for my duffle bag and open it. I pull out my all my photos I have and look at each one. I smile at the pictures I had printed of the twins. Blade always has this mischievous glint in his eyes. While Everleigh has this you'll bow down to me look in her's. Kaiser and the twins.
Hell even my parents and her send pictures of my children daily. They even send pictures of Mac. Mac doesn't look like herself anymore. You can tell me leaving has destroyed her. But me staying was also breaking her down.
I just want my damn memories back.
I want to remember.
My favorite picture is her holding her belly as she's talking to our child. Her eyes show love and she has the sweetest smile on her face. Kaiser tells me about Mac every day. Her emotions are up, down,180, 360, sideways. You name a direction the next moment it's the opposite way. How I want to remember just so I can ease her suffering and my own. Bear sent a picture of her and all 3 of her brothers in the window sill.
Hugging.
It broke me knowing she wanted to end it.
End all of it.
I get glimpses of my memories of her back slowly.
Some take the wind out of me. While others has me in tears. The memories are not the best ones we had. It's been the worst one. Where I'm in her face screaming. Where I've thrown shit by her head to get her to leave me the fuck alone. Where I've walked off and left a tear streaked face Mac standing. Watching my figure get smaller. I'm guessing it's from where she showed back up... With my kids...
And I didn't want to hear her excuses. That's the ones I keep getting. The ones I rather neither of us have. I want to remember the happy times.Our wedding.
How we made love and are on our third child. Why can't I remember that? Why was I so cold and mean to her just because she showed back up with my kids. Was I always heartless?
Why?
In frustration, I open up her duffle bag; I pick up her favorite shirt of mine and as soon as my hand hits the fabric. I fall to my knees.
Flash back:
"Draven give me back that shirt."
"Why?"
"It's my favorite."
"Why do you need this one?"
"It comforts me when you leave for a run. Now give me it."
"What do I get in return if I hand it over?"
Mac pecks my lips and snatched the shirt from my hold. I watch as she runs like I'm satan out of the bedroom door.

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