I closed the door behind me when I arrived home, a small smile lingering on my face from last night. When I walked into the living room Kerrick was there so I ran to him.
"Kerrick! Last night was amazing, I'm sorry you didn't come and-"
"Why didn't you come home?" His expression was firm and his lips were pulled into a frown.
"What?" I questioned, confused. "When everything was over it was too late for me to travel by myself so I stayed with my father."
"If that's the case you should've called me, I would've come for you. Do you know how many times I called you and you didn't even answer?"
"My phone died," I said walking over to the couch and putting my handbag down. "I didn't even remember to charge it."
I turned towards the stairs but before I could take a step Kerrick grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
"I'm not done talking to you." I stared at him, the level of anger in his voice unnecessary for the situation.
I peeled his hand away from my arm and went up the stairs but as soon as I was at the top he grabbed onto me again.
"Delancy, when I'm talking to you, don't walk away."
"Kerrick you're unbelievable!" I twisted my arm away again, burning with anger from his reaction. "What's wrong with you? I told you where I went! Why are you behaving so immature?"
"You don't know how worried I was yet you take it as a joke!" He barked.
"Don't raise your voice at me!" I shouted. "Do you think I'm a little kid who needs your permission to do as I please?"
"I didn't say-"
"If I wanted to be treated like a kid, I would've stayed with my father. Maybe I should go back there if you can't control your temper, maybe I should just go."
A slap exploded across my face throwing me backwards, my back slammed against the stairs painfully and everything went dark. I finally came through with a numbing ache in the back of my head and when I opened my eyes, everything in my vision was disoriented before I realized Kerrick was kneeling beside me and I was in his arms.
"Wake up please, wake up!" He begged but when he saw I was conscious and looking at him he slowly broke down into tears. "What have I done?" He murmured with tears rolling down his face, I couldn't register what had happened but I stared at him, his tears barely controlled. "I thought I killed you, how could I do this? I can't keep doing this to you." He murmured between his tears, sobbing and shaking his head but I tried pulling away from him.
"I'm so sorry." he apologized and pulled me up slowly, searching me over to see if anything was wrong.
"I don't feel so well." I complained while holding my head, not even sure what we were arguing about before.
"Go, get in the car," he told me while grabbing his car keys. "I'm going to take you to the hospital."
I stared at the doctor in front of me blankly, my body as rigid as a board.
"If anything else comes up, come straight here okay."
I nodded and slid off the bed, my head over flowing with thoughts. As I approached the door, I looked back at him unsure of what to say but he smiled at me.
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The Good WifeRomance
Delancy lives with her father and works in his store. When the store falls into debt she agrees to marry the son of her father's wealthy friend. Marrying a man she could barely understand was difficult but the challenges she encounters as she tries...