‹ Prequel: You're Not Alone.
Status: Active
Me or the Music?
17
Matt's POV
I couldn't help but feel like shit. I had flipped my lid, flipped it completely off and over, thinking she was cheating on me. When in reality, she was planning for us to go away for our anniversary in a few months. I wasn't sure how stupid I could be, but I was topping it every day.
So to attempt the beginning of my apology, I brought Marie out to her favorite restaraunt in Huntington. It was waterfront, we sat on the deck, like she loved, and while she was using the restroom, I ordered all of her favorite items and a drink for each of us. Upon her return I couldn't help but staring at her as she walked through the restaraunt.
Her hair was in loose waves around her face, her makeup was light, but gorgeous. Her lips were bright red, accenting the black dress she was wearing. The neckline came down between her breasts, showing off her cleavage, making my eyes wander further. It fell right above her knees, the material hugging her hips tightly, her slim figure curved perfectly underneath the dress. Her shoes were heeled, black, her entire being was just perfect. Something I hadn't taken in recently considering all she insisted on wearing was my shirts and either leggings, sweatpants, or jeans about three sizes too big for her.
"You're drooling... Matt."
I snapped out of my staring trance as Marie sat in front of me, her nails tapping my hand "Sorry." I laughed "Just taking in the surroundings." I smirked at her "You look absolutely stunning, Marie."
She laughed, her face blushing slightly under her concealer. I could see her lips part slightly before we were quickly interrupted by our drinks being brought over. She smiled up at me, her eyes piercing "Thank you." She took a small sip of her red wine "For the compliment, and the wine. And whatever it is that you ordered." A smirk played beneath the surface of her glossy red lips.
"You deserve it, I'm still kicking myself for today-"
"Stop." She placed her hand on top of mine, her wedding ring catching every beam of light in the place and reflecting it back to my eyes "I love you, and misunderstandings happen. And hey, I get a new phone out of it." She smirked at me, lacing her fingers in to mine.
"I'm still sorry, and still an ass... But um.. I called the moving truck." I took a sip of my beer as she nodded, trilling her fingers against her glass, "They'll come Wednesday morning, and load all the boxes and bring them over. So when I get home Thursday night-"
"Wait, what?" She asked, setting her glass down "Why aren't you coming home Wednesday?"
"Wednesday is Brian's Bachelor party... in Las Vegas.." I paused "We just talked about this last week." Her lips pursed, that look returned to her eyes, "I mean-"
"No, I know. I totally spaced. Ok, my bad. So Thursday when you get home?" She prompted me to continue.
"When I get home," I paused as her foot began to tap, an annoyed look overtaking her features. Her jaw set, eyes dulled, her hands grasped her glass tighter than before; "Thursday, we can go back to the old house and-"
"Wait wait, back?" She asked "Am I staying alone Wednesday night?"
"Marie, yes." I placed my head in my hand "I'm leaving Wednesday around noon, and I'll be home Thursday night around six. One night."
"Alone." She paused "In a brand new house."
"Unless you want to stay in the old house with no bed." I raised my hands "What do you-"
"I know, I'm sorry." She shook her head "I know. I get it, I'm just.. mad at myself for not remembering."
"I should have scheduled it for Thursday, but I didn't want them picking the stuff up and dropping it off while I wasn't here." I sighed as the waiter brought us our food, "I love you, and I'm sorry, and I will figure this out ok? You're going to be fine."
She smiled down at the food arriving and looked up at me "I know... I love you Matt."
~**~
Third Person POV
Marie was becoming less and less aware of her dependancy upon the drugs Chay had been supplying her. She would go through three bags a day, of Cocaine. The drug she had been unknowingly using for almost a month now. She knew she had been using something, but not exactly what. And with each passing day, her need growing more and more heavy for the powder. To function, to smile, to forget the aching back home where her mother would call her crying almost every day. It was wearing on her more than she let Matt know, but that's the problem. He barely knew. He knew her parents were divorcing, he wasn't away she wanted to go visit her mother, that she was planning to go, and he of course wasn't aware of her current habits.
Her eyes fluttered against the light as she walked in to the bathroom, taking the bag from underneath the sink. She continued her morning ritual, but instead of two lines, she made four. She quickly took them, and cleaned up her mess. She got in to the shower, closing her eyes at the feeling of the cool water rushing against her buzzing skin. She hadn't been compeltely sober for almost three months now, and she was losing touch with that feeling.
Matt had already taken a shower, packed himself, and gotten dressed. He was sitting in the kitchen, drinking his coffee, while Marie showered. His mind focusing on the fact he was leaving her alone, the first night in their own new house, while he was still so concerned about her. And right after ruining the surprise of their anniversary trip. Which he still thoroughly believed. Marie had bullshitted him in to believing it so that she could hide her slowly forming drug addiction longer. But little did she know how short it would actually last.
Matt heard a loud noise from upstairs, but dismissed it as nothing followed.
"Matt."
His hazel eyes moved from his phone in front of his face, to the woman standing in the kitchen doorway, a towel wrapped around her chest. "What's up babe?" He asked, Marie's long blonde hair was still dripping water on to the floor behind her "Everything ok."
"No." She shook her head gently, water dropping on to her face. Matt stood and walked towards her "Stop." She shivered, holding one hand out to stop his approach, and the other holding her towel tightly. Her body swayed slightly, Matt reached out to catch her.
"Marie." He steadied her body "Are you ok? What's not right? What's going on?"
"I...I ..." She paused and looked up at him "My mom.." Her bright green eyes were bloodshot. A tear leaked out of her eye.
"Marie.." Matt held her closer, kissing her head "What happened?"
"She... She..." Her voice broke, her body shook, her hands rached out and grabbed on to Matt's shirt tightly, her sobs becoming louder, shaking the walls as her voice pitched and cracked into her husband's chest "She's dead..."
"Baby..." Matt held her close, as hard as he could without thinking he would injure her. "Marie I'm so sorry..."
"She killed herself." Her whimpers muffled into his chest once again as firey hot tears burnt her lips, "She fucking couldn't take it.. My dad was her life..." She screamed.
Matt's POV
Her nails dug in to my arms, her screams wracking her body, causing my heart to shatter for her. I caressed her hair, kissed her temples, and basically held her body up as she cried.
"She fucking... She couldn't take it.. My dad was her life.." She screamed one last time, before she gripped my arms tighter, her body stiffening against me.
"Who called you?" I asked, trying to move us so she could sit down, it took some effort but I succeeded.
"John." Her lips were dry looking as she vocalized her old bandmates name. "I guess he had been around to visit his parents, they're neighbors..." She took a deep breath in "And they saw an ambulance.." Her body shook, hard, almost knocking her off her chair. "I.. I have to go.." She began to stand.
"Where? Why? Stop it." I tried sitting her back down but she refused "Marie! Stop it, now. You need to sit, please!"
She stopped in her tracks and sat down "I.. I need a drink." She stood "I can get it, I just need a drink." She looked me in the eyes "I need my mother.." Her lips faultered as tears spilled from her eyes "Matt... I wanted to see her.."
"Baby I'm sorry..." All I could imagine saying, I couldn't tell her it would be ok... because in her world right now it wouldn't. I couldn't imagine what was going on in her head right now.. I couldn't imagine the pain in her heart right now.
I couldn't help but feel like shit. I had flipped my lid, flipped it completely off and over, thinking she was cheating on me. When in reality, she was planning for us to go away for our anniversary in a few months. I wasn't sure how stupid I could be, but I was topping it every day.
So to attempt the beginning of my apology, I brought Marie out to her favorite restaraunt in Huntington. It was waterfront, we sat on the deck, like she loved, and while she was using the restroom, I ordered all of her favorite items and a drink for each of us. Upon her return I couldn't help but staring at her as she walked through the restaraunt.
Her hair was in loose waves around her face, her makeup was light, but gorgeous. Her lips were bright red, accenting the black dress she was wearing. The neckline came down between her breasts, showing off her cleavage, making my eyes wander further. It fell right above her knees, the material hugging her hips tightly, her slim figure curved perfectly underneath the dress. Her shoes were heeled, black, her entire being was just perfect. Something I hadn't taken in recently considering all she insisted on wearing was my shirts and either leggings, sweatpants, or jeans about three sizes too big for her.
"You're drooling... Matt."
I snapped out of my staring trance as Marie sat in front of me, her nails tapping my hand "Sorry." I laughed "Just taking in the surroundings." I smirked at her "You look absolutely stunning, Marie."
She laughed, her face blushing slightly under her concealer. I could see her lips part slightly before we were quickly interrupted by our drinks being brought over. She smiled up at me, her eyes piercing "Thank you." She took a small sip of her red wine "For the compliment, and the wine. And whatever it is that you ordered." A smirk played beneath the surface of her glossy red lips.
"You deserve it, I'm still kicking myself for today-"
"Stop." She placed her hand on top of mine, her wedding ring catching every beam of light in the place and reflecting it back to my eyes "I love you, and misunderstandings happen. And hey, I get a new phone out of it." She smirked at me, lacing her fingers in to mine.
"I'm still sorry, and still an ass... But um.. I called the moving truck." I took a sip of my beer as she nodded, trilling her fingers against her glass, "They'll come Wednesday morning, and load all the boxes and bring them over. So when I get home Thursday night-"
"Wait, what?" She asked, setting her glass down "Why aren't you coming home Wednesday?"
"Wednesday is Brian's Bachelor party... in Las Vegas.." I paused "We just talked about this last week." Her lips pursed, that look returned to her eyes, "I mean-"
"No, I know. I totally spaced. Ok, my bad. So Thursday when you get home?" She prompted me to continue.
"When I get home," I paused as her foot began to tap, an annoyed look overtaking her features. Her jaw set, eyes dulled, her hands grasped her glass tighter than before; "Thursday, we can go back to the old house and-"
"Wait wait, back?" She asked "Am I staying alone Wednesday night?"
"Marie, yes." I placed my head in my hand "I'm leaving Wednesday around noon, and I'll be home Thursday night around six. One night."
"Alone." She paused "In a brand new house."
"Unless you want to stay in the old house with no bed." I raised my hands "What do you-"
"I know, I'm sorry." She shook her head "I know. I get it, I'm just.. mad at myself for not remembering."
"I should have scheduled it for Thursday, but I didn't want them picking the stuff up and dropping it off while I wasn't here." I sighed as the waiter brought us our food, "I love you, and I'm sorry, and I will figure this out ok? You're going to be fine."
She smiled down at the food arriving and looked up at me "I know... I love you Matt."
~**~
Third Person POV
Marie was becoming less and less aware of her dependancy upon the drugs Chay had been supplying her. She would go through three bags a day, of Cocaine. The drug she had been unknowingly using for almost a month now. She knew she had been using something, but not exactly what. And with each passing day, her need growing more and more heavy for the powder. To function, to smile, to forget the aching back home where her mother would call her crying almost every day. It was wearing on her more than she let Matt know, but that's the problem. He barely knew. He knew her parents were divorcing, he wasn't away she wanted to go visit her mother, that she was planning to go, and he of course wasn't aware of her current habits.
Her eyes fluttered against the light as she walked in to the bathroom, taking the bag from underneath the sink. She continued her morning ritual, but instead of two lines, she made four. She quickly took them, and cleaned up her mess. She got in to the shower, closing her eyes at the feeling of the cool water rushing against her buzzing skin. She hadn't been compeltely sober for almost three months now, and she was losing touch with that feeling.
Matt had already taken a shower, packed himself, and gotten dressed. He was sitting in the kitchen, drinking his coffee, while Marie showered. His mind focusing on the fact he was leaving her alone, the first night in their own new house, while he was still so concerned about her. And right after ruining the surprise of their anniversary trip. Which he still thoroughly believed. Marie had bullshitted him in to believing it so that she could hide her slowly forming drug addiction longer. But little did she know how short it would actually last.
Matt heard a loud noise from upstairs, but dismissed it as nothing followed.
"Matt."
His hazel eyes moved from his phone in front of his face, to the woman standing in the kitchen doorway, a towel wrapped around her chest. "What's up babe?" He asked, Marie's long blonde hair was still dripping water on to the floor behind her "Everything ok."
"No." She shook her head gently, water dropping on to her face. Matt stood and walked towards her "Stop." She shivered, holding one hand out to stop his approach, and the other holding her towel tightly. Her body swayed slightly, Matt reached out to catch her.
"Marie." He steadied her body "Are you ok? What's not right? What's going on?"
"I...I ..." She paused and looked up at him "My mom.." Her bright green eyes were bloodshot. A tear leaked out of her eye.
"Marie.." Matt held her closer, kissing her head "What happened?"
"She... She..." Her voice broke, her body shook, her hands rached out and grabbed on to Matt's shirt tightly, her sobs becoming louder, shaking the walls as her voice pitched and cracked into her husband's chest "She's dead..."
"Baby..." Matt held her close, as hard as he could without thinking he would injure her. "Marie I'm so sorry..."
"She killed herself." Her whimpers muffled into his chest once again as firey hot tears burnt her lips, "She fucking couldn't take it.. My dad was her life..." She screamed.
Matt's POV
Her nails dug in to my arms, her screams wracking her body, causing my heart to shatter for her. I caressed her hair, kissed her temples, and basically held her body up as she cried.
"She fucking... She couldn't take it.. My dad was her life.." She screamed one last time, before she gripped my arms tighter, her body stiffening against me.
"Who called you?" I asked, trying to move us so she could sit down, it took some effort but I succeeded.
"John." Her lips were dry looking as she vocalized her old bandmates name. "I guess he had been around to visit his parents, they're neighbors..." She took a deep breath in "And they saw an ambulance.." Her body shook, hard, almost knocking her off her chair. "I.. I have to go.." She began to stand.
"Where? Why? Stop it." I tried sitting her back down but she refused "Marie! Stop it, now. You need to sit, please!"
She stopped in her tracks and sat down "I.. I need a drink." She stood "I can get it, I just need a drink." She looked me in the eyes "I need my mother.." Her lips faultered as tears spilled from her eyes "Matt... I wanted to see her.."
"Baby I'm sorry..." All I could imagine saying, I couldn't tell her it would be ok... because in her world right now it wouldn't. I couldn't imagine what was going on in her head right now.. I couldn't imagine the pain in her heart right now.