Vindicta

Falling

I lifted myself up on my elbows and stared at him with wide eyes.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Stopping you from going to college. I had enough of your drama yesterday and I want you to be a little sensible and consider you health-"

"When the fuck did I say anything about going to college?" I snapped at him in disbelief.

He blinked at me.

"Where were you going with your backpack?"

"I was placing it on the couch."

He stared at me blankly and then cleared his throat. "Really?"

"Yes," I scowled at him.

His lips pulled up into a frown. "Okay. Whatever."

My jaw dropped and I opened my mouth to say something but he turned around and went inside his bathroom. I could hear some shuffling and he stepped outside after a moment.

I brought myself to a sitting position and he handed me a few pills, causing me to grimace at them but I downed them with water anyway.

"Do you want something to eat?" He asked.

"No."

He frowned but nodded. Guess he took a lesson from yesterday.

"Okay. Now rest," He spoke while pulling the covers on top of me.

"In your room?" I asked.

"Yeah. I don't mind."

"In your bed?" I spoke in a husky voice.

He paused at his task and looked up at me.

"Yes."

"Okay," I bit my lip as I removed my shoes and got into the covers.

Once again, he disappeared into the bathroom and stepped out in his casual clothes. A white tshirt and black track pants.

"You're not going to work?" I asked in surprise.

"No."

A smile formed on my lips.

"Oh come on, dear husband. I'm alright. You don't have to miss work for me," I teased him, biting back a laugh when he frowned at me.

"What makes you think I'm not going to work because of you?"

"Well you seemed ready to leave in your business suit. I wonder what made you change your mind," I pretended to think with a pout.

His eyes darted down to my lips but he quickly matched my gaze.

"Whatever," He snapped and left the room.

I let out a laugh and brought the covers up to my face for some warmth.

I laid still for the next half an hour, hoping to get some sleep when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I muttered and sat up on the bed.

Martha stepped in with a food tray, smiling at me.

"Morning, Scarlet," She muttered.

"Good morning, Martha," I smiled.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm better now," I eyed the food tray. "You didn't have to do this. I could've come downstairs to eat."

"Oh no. It's fine," She placed the tray infront of me.

"Are you okay, Scarlet? I saw the news yesterday."