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@pierce-lopierce
“Day three and I’m ready to stab a bitch.”
“Day three of...?”
“This is my first Fourth of July in seven years, I couldn’t warn you. Oh I’ve never been big into this holiday, you’re not ruining anything.” He shook his head.
“Fair enough, and great. We will chill in the house and close the windows. Maybe I can cook, or you can teach me to cook. I have no idea what we have as far as food in the fridge,” Anivia kissed his shoulder as she walked past him to close the window and then began to turn the air on.
"You relax, I'll make dinner, then we can watch movies or some televised fireworks or something that doesn't smell like hell." Pierce kissed her head, he was worried about the upcoming trial, he didn't think she would even end up with community service, maybe just a strict talking to, but still...
“Everything smells like sulfur. I forgot how bad the Fourth of July smells.”
Originally posted by chanel-n-vuitton
“You forgot to warn your girlfriend that the smell might make her puke and feel miserable. Can we light a candle or something? Sorry I am ruining your holiday fun.”
"This is my first Fourth of July in seven years, I couldn't warn you. Oh I've never been big into this holiday, you're not ruining anything." He shook his head.
"Everything smells like sulfur. I forgot how bad the Fourth of July smells."
"I can take you places I find exciting, there is no promise you'll like them."
So I’ve been here nearly a week and it’s been so dead someone show me some fun tonight
"You're in Lima, fun doesn't exist here."
“I mean it’s home so naturally I’d miss it. Plus it’s a slower pace than Miami. I prefer the slower pace.”
“I’ve lived here all my life, went on vacation once, didn’t miss it at all.”
“I’ve actually really missed Lima. It’s really good to be back here.”
“Pretty sure you’re the first person in the history of time to say that.”
Anivia waited, and waited for his answer. When he moved to walk away her tears came in a fresh wave. When Pierce, the person she thought she had always been able to talk to, walked away. Looking at the papers as they fell next to her she felt her gut drop. Before she could read them she felt her eyes watering. Oh god, he was divorcing her. Anivia wiped her eyes on the back of her arm and then she closed her eyes tightly as she began to open them she began to read. What the hell was this? Why didn’t he just tell her? More angry that he felt the need to keep secrets Anivia got herself to the room and spoke, “What the hell, Pierce. Why didn’t you tell me? I would have helped. You need this. They need this.” She shook the papers in her hand and continued, “What the hell, did you think I would have stopped you?”
“Because It wasn’t my idea.” Pierce answered, he felt his rage rising, he was trying so hard to keep it together but it was a lot. Between the memorial, her disappearing and her current break down, he loved her, he loved her more than he loved anyone but he was stressed. “Because I don’t know that I want to do it. Her mother contacted me, they want the memorial, they want this stupid bench in a park where they live. Because I don’t think it’s a proper memorial and I’m terrified that a memorial will make it real, make it final. I know that it’s done, I know that,but I’m not ready to put it to rest yet.”
“Only when you’re ready to tell me the truth of who you’ve been sleeping with,” Anivia said. She looked up and saw her son and guilt over came her. Anivia wiped at her eyes and then she looked down at the ground and she whispered, “Jesus, where did I go wrong?” Shaking her head a bit she headed up the stairs and paused half way there, “Are we ending everything we spent so long building? Is this what the comings of divorce seems like?” She sat back on the stairs and covered her face sobbing.
Pierce looked up at her as she blamed herself, as she asked him if they were ending it all. he turned, going to his office, he picked up the papers and dropped them on the stairs next to her, going up the stairs, next to her were the plans for the memorial. He went to his son’s room, to talk to him, make sure he was okay, before going back out and heading for the bedroom.Â
When the door opened Anivia nearly fell into the house. She looked up to him and continued to cry some. She wiped at her face and spoke, “I’m fine, and you deserve to be worried.” Once she was standing Anvia took off her shoes and kicked them inside the door and spoke, “Stop touching me. I’m fine. I can get to the bathroom and our bedroom to puke a few hundred times without your help.”
“Fine, then drag yourself up there, and when you’re ready to act like an adult, let me know.” He looked up to see Poe standing at the top of the stairs. Pierce pinched the bridge of his nose. “Go back to bed, Buddy.” He nodded, Poe quickly disappeared down the hall.Â
Anivia spent the night getting so plastered that she knew driving home was a terrible idea. She’d gotten into a cab, or did Landon dump her into one? Anivia wasn’t sure at this point. All she knew was that she still hadn’t forgotten. Her stomach churned at the ideas floating in her head. Paying the cab driver once at her place she told him that she was fine and took off her heels and headed to the door pulling her keys out from her pocket. It was nearly six in the morning, and Anivia could pray her three children were still asleep, and that Whitman, who’s room was closest to hers, didn’t hear their argument last night. Trying to get the key in the lock Anivia struggled. She tried not one but five different keys before she gave up. Slumping to the ground she leaned her back and head on the door and brought her knees to her chest, finally giving in. Tears flowed down her face as every hurt emotion hit her.
Pierce hadn’t slept at all. He had no idea what time it was when he heard the thump against the front door. He got up and walked over, opening it up. “Are you out of your mind.” He looked down at her as she cried. “I was scared to death, Anivia.” He knelt down, wrapping his arms around her, he went to help her up,knowing she was probably still drunk out of her mind.Â
Anivia couldn’t take it anymore, and she scoffed. She looked to him and then she spoke, “Oh? As if you and your two bit whore wouldn’t be please. Go try to fall into her vagina and just…get away form me, Pierce.” She got up and brushed her teeth, and then she began searching for clothes. She shook her ehad and pulled on a pair of tight jeans and tank top and then some shoes, “I’m going out. I’ll be…home eventually. Just…” Anivia put her hands up and spoke, “Don’t talk to me. Don’t touch me. Just leave me be.” Anger pulsing through her veins she didn’t even have time to think to cry.Â
“My what?” Pierce asked, he sat upright when she got out of bed. “Anivia-” He stood up, kicking the blanket away, reaching out to grab her arm, his hand falling back when she told him not to touch her or talk to her. “Ani.” He sighed, shaking his head. “Just- be safe.” He couldn’t tell her about the memorial, not yet.Â
“It could just be a migraine, I don’t know,” or the other pain in her side. Laughing a small chuckle Anivia shook her head, “Ugh, I remember that. I was so worn out and dehydrated that they kept me for nearly three weeks. You had to bring Rowling to come get her hair done at the hospital.” Smiling at the thought of her mother Anivia spoke, “I miss my mom. I don’t know how she does it all sometimes.”
“If you need anything, let me know.” He smiled softly at her. “Yes, i was glad your mom was there, I was ready to lose my mind, she kept me sane. I was terrified that we were going to lose you.” He shook his head slowly, thinking back to it. He had kept up a cool front for the kids, taking them to school, all that, but inside he was falling apart.
“No, I think maybe it was something I ate, swallowed it wrong or something,” yeah, that was right. This was hard news to swallow. Nearly seventeen years together down the drain. When he kissed her forehead she closed her eyes and nodded, “She did eat too much ice cream. She was throwing it up for the rest of the night, I think.” Anivia watched him and then she rolled th opposite way, so she couldn’t see him, “I will be fine. I’m wonder-mom. When was the last time I got sick?”
“That’s odd.” He commented, but shrugged it off, “I told her she couldn’t eat three scoops, but she sees how Whit puts it away and she wants to do the same.” Pierce rolled his eyes. “Last time you were sick? about five years ago, you got the flu, probably from Poe because it was going around his class. I didn’t get Rowling’s pig tails right and she threw a fit, and I nearly rushed you to the hospital because you were insanely dehydrated.” He looked down at her. “And your mother came into town just to make you her magic soup.”
Anivia didn’t break her trance from the screen til her kissed her. She jumped a bit and half returned it. She shrugged a bit as she spoke, “I couldn’t get to sleep.” Anivia looked at him and wondered how many, who else, saw him this way. Looking back at her screen and turning it off she spoke, “Yeah, I’m fine. Jsut feeling a bit under the weather.” She set her tablet the side and then she rolled on her side facing away form Pierce trying to not get emotional. No, that wasn’t what she needed right now.
“Do you think it’s the flu or anything like that?” He asked, concerned. Pierce tossed his shirt to the hamper and walked over, he pressed his lips to her forehead. “you don’t feel warm, but Rowling was complaining about not feeling well the other day... I just assumed she ate too much ice cream.” He mused, then went to unbutton his jeans, slipping out of them and grabbed for his pajama pants.
“Yeah, sounds boring,” Anivia said trying to gather her composure. She looked to him and nodded. That was it? No was she okay? No quip about being pregnant again to tease? Anivia heard him and winced, “Sorry, made a fresh pot.” She came over to him and kissed his cheek. Then Anivia headed to their room. She brushed out her ahir and then slipped into bed browsing online, not really looking at anything she was clicking on the pages.
About half an hour later, Pierce had done all his research and was heading to bed. “Hey baby.” He leaned down to kiss her. “I thought you were going to bed?” He unbuttoned his shirt, looking down at his wife. “You okay?” He finally asked.Â