𝔈𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 ℭ𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔡 | ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ |

|• Chapter Four: Part Two •|

    "Anson, are you acting like this because of what I said earlier?" Ella spoke softly. Her eyes were fixated on her lap.

    "No, because I know you're not taking your medicine. I can't find it in the kitchen. Where is it Ella?" My voice strained, I could see Ella's mouth twitch. She looked away from me.

    "You believe William more then me," She scoffed,"It's in the bathroom," she inhaled sharply, fiddling with the blankets. I pursed my lips together as I watched her breathe.

    "You know the fucking rules," I could feel the anger spiking in my bloodstream, only growing even more as I  got up from the bed and barged into the bathroom,"Where is it?" I yelled, shoving her flat iron and makeup pouch onto the floor so I could look around more.

    Out of spite, I turned my head to face the mirror, hearing her voice muffled from how angry I felt. I opened up the hidden compartment underneath the glass mirror, seeing the orange bottle, inscripted with Ella's name and her dosage. 'Take by mouth with food once a day.' What bullshit.

    "What?" I seethed,"What did you say?"

    "They're in the mirror," Her voice cracked. I could hear her voice wavering from fear—or anxiety. Whichever.

    "No shit," I scoffed and grabbed the bottle, forcefully opening it and pouring a few of the small white rectangular pills into my hand.

     "What are you doing?" Her voice continued to tremble. I didn't bother looking over at her. I could honestly couldn't give a shit if she was here or not.

    I took a breath, tapping the bottle with my index finger to pour a few more tablets into my palm, just enough to cover them so I could make a fist. I screwed the top on, and then put the bottle back in the mirror, closing it slowly.

     The hinges squeaked. I glanced at Ella from the right mirror, seeing her sitting on the bed, her posture was weakened. Her left cheek was slightly sinking in from biting it aggressively—a nervous habit of hers. Her eyes glistened; I couldn't tell if it was from the way the light was glaring upon them or if it was the tears that were building up.

    Slowly, I made my way out of the bathroom. I sucked in my breath. "Why do you think that's okay? Hm?" I crossed my arms,I rose my voice again

    Ella shook her head,"It's not, but your not my boss,"

    "I'm your husband, I care about you," I strained. I was stupid to marry you. I only did it because you pressured me. I couldn't care less about you.

    "Prove it," she blurted out. She situated herself to face me a bit more. I took a step.

    "Prove it? Really?" My blood boiled. I could feel my face heating up as she spoke again. I don't want to listen to her bullshit.

    "Yes. Really," Why should I? There's no point in it. I can't love someone who's fucked up in the head.

    "Fine," I walked over to the bed carefully sitting down in front of her. I sighed. "I care about you so much Ella... even more than you could actually imagine," I laughed softly,"I love you Ella, so much," I gently placed my free hand on her cheek, rubbing it with my thumb slowly.