The death Of Mrs Ross

Migrane

"Don't you ever ask me that again"

"I'm your husband. I'm supposed to protect you! How will I do that if you leave?"

"You're cheating on me. That's the only reason. It has to be. Why? Why are you doing this to me, Morgan?"

"Look at what you've made me do"

Look at what you've made me do

I held onto my pillow, my body melting into a ball around it. Everything hurt, everything was broken. My soul was crushed, my flesh wounded. I cried and cried and cried into the pillow. It was all I could do. It was all I was worth. For the past ten minutes, the recent events haunted me. They ran around in my mind, breaking me down further, creating a rift between my spirit and body

Moving was hard, feeling anything but pain was harder

I heard the door open slowly, and I forced my sobbing to a minimum. Paris hated it when I spluttered and sobbed. He wanted me to take my punishment for undermining him with open arms

"Miss Morgan?"

It wasn't Paris, so I ignored him. It didn't stop Eddie from walking in and sitting on the edge of bed "Hey. Miss. Are you okay?"

His hand touched my arm lightly. I wouldn't have felt it under normal circumstances, but today, I was a little too sensitive. I hissed and pushed his hand away, hiding my face in the pillow

"I guess you're not" He stated "Do you need a hug or a gun?"

I ignored him and his question. To be honest I had forgotten of his existence. He probably heard everything that happened. He was probably already judging me as a hypocrite, because that was what I was

"I heard what happened between you and your..... husband. I can't leave you alone after that. I'm not him"

I opened my eyes and saw a glimpse of him in my peripheral. He was honestly very concerned about me. Concerned. There wasn't a trace of pity that I could depict. I wiped my eyes, my body on fire, and stood up, pulling myself out of my hole "You shouldn't be here. If Paris walks in and finds you, he'll kill us both" I warned as I tried various ways of sitting

Eddie's eyes searched my face "I should have helped you" His eyes travelled down to my arms, seeing Paris' bright red handprints. I hid them away with my pillows "I should have saved you. But instead I just sat there and listened"

I shook my head "It's fine. You would have made things worse"

"Worse?" Eddie blinked "This isn't worse enough for you?"

I licked my lips, my split lip had dried blood on it, making it harder to speak "Please don't. Can we not talk about this"

Eddie looked at me as if I had slapped him right in the face "You need to leave him. This place is too-"

"Eddie, please!" I yelled in a hushed tone" This isn't about me. I promised you I'd help you and I will. I never asked you to help me. Please just....don't" Fresh tears broke from my tear ducts "Please don't involve yourself"

"You're so beautiful, Morgan. But you're such a hypocrite" Eddie got up from the bed and crossed his arms "Why would I choose to let someone fix my life when their life is more fucked than mine?"

I looked away "I love him, Eddie. You wouldn't understand"

"Of course I don't. He hurt you"

I shook my head "I deserved it. I defied him"

Eddie took hold of my arm, slowly tearing the pillow away. Revealing the bright red hand prints, fresh and tender. I looked up, avoiding the wounds, ignoring the pain. I was surprised to see Eddie gaze down at my arm with wide eyes. His own face scrunched up with disdain, his mouth trembling