Wren
3 years ago:
Run.
Run until you fall off the edge of the world into a void of blissful darkness and silence.
Run, they say, escape your worries, escape your problems, escape that monster.
I should stop listening to them, shouldn't I?
These voices, these voices that are giving wordless advice and whispering nothings.
Wren, they say.
Wren, they scream.
Wren.
Wren.
WREN!
"WREN GET THE FUCK UP!" screams a muffled voice.
Opening my eyes, I see who I am to run from. I see the man of my nightmares. The cause of a lifetime of terror. "James," I plead, pushing myself against the headboard of our bed. Shaking his head, he speaks; "How many times have I fucking told you, Wren?" I sit, not knowing how or what to answer. "HOW MANY TIMES WREN? HOW MANY?!" He screams, throwing the coffee mug in his hand against the wall my back is to."I...I fell asleep. Can't I sleep?"
"No. No no no you can't! I work all fucking day and I get home and I see this shit! I asked one thing of you, Wren! All you had to do was clean up the mess YOU fucking made! You couldn't even do that right." "Dumb slut" he mumbles.
"It's only been a few weeks, James. I'm still mourning. I-" I heave a shallow sigh "I just needed some rest!"
"I bet your parents are happy they died in that crash, at least now they don't have to deal with you anymore."
I think maybe now is when I should start listening to those voices. I knew he'd taken it too far. He seemed to know, too. "Baby, please, I didn't mean that I-"
"I'm done." I state, sitting up. Anger had taken the wheel in Grief's stead. What took so long to harness this anger, I have no idea. "I married you with the hope we could be happy, we could be ok! You're supposed to be my rock, my sanity while I grieve! Listen to the bullshit you're spewing! I can't do this anymore, James, I can't." I stand up and frantically begin to pack.
"You can't just leave like this! I love you! I- I need you! I won't let you leave me!" He yelled, coming closer by the second, following me through the house as I gather my things.
"Stop following me! I can't live like this, with a man who is so angry he can't get a grasp on his actions. I won't." I grab my shoes and make a run for the garage, only to be blocked by James.
"You're not leaving, Wren. I don't care what I have to do to make you stay." I scramble to think of a way to get out and come up blank. I'm starting to panic when I think of a slightly irrational but effective plan.
I kick James straight in the crotch and book it towards my dust-covered motorcycle.
"Start start start." I mumble, fumbling with the key. Finally, I hear the telltale rumble of my bike starting and begin to walk it backwards.
"Wren!" I hear through the door, along with faltering footsteps.
I backpedal faster, trying to avoid hitting him where it hurts again. I'm not one for violence.
The door leading from the house to the garage slams open and James begins hurrying toward me as I am almost home free.
"Wren! Wren don't fucki-" is the last thing I hear before the deafening roar of my motorcycle conquers all sound around me.
A/N: Hey guys! It's my first time writing on Wattpad, so please be kind. I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, but longer ones are on their way. Please comment any grammar/spelling errors or anything you'd like to comment! I'd love to know your opinions :)
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