Bloody Mess || Jackson & Mila
She knew it was coming sooner or later, yet the weeks passed by and Matthew never said anything about what had happened at the bar the night they met Jackson Wright. Mila was cautious the following weeks, trying not to get in the Politian’s way while at home; most days she left early for work and got back late or never did as she began to take extra shifts to stay as little time possible in their house. However, sooner or later, she had to run out of luck as a week prior the inevitable happened; Matthew had a dinner with colleagues and important people that were key for his reelection and Mila couldn’t get out of it. So, the surgeon was forced to put on a dress and show off her best smile among a group of people who saw nothing but a happy marriage as Camila and Matthew arrived hand in hand. One drink, two drinks, three drinks… how many did he take? He wasn’t acting drunk but the woman knew just how much it took for Matthew’s ugliest side to come out.
When they arrived home, the cardiothoracic surgeon quickly walked inside not looking back at Matthew as she rushed to her bedroom, it had been months since they both decided it was best to sleep separated as neither could stand one another but then Matthew spoke and her sense heightened. He began to question her every move, why was working all the time? The fact that she was never home or had barely seen together in the past few weeks he decided people would began to question their relationship and his reputation? A failed marriage so early on would bring out a lot of speculation and the last thing he wanted was rumors damaging him.
“You need to stop acting up.” Matthew said and for once, Mila’s true nature came out as she turned around.
“I already act like a fucking Stepford wife, I smile and pretend like you’re the most perfect husband in the world… if that is not enough for you, then divorce me. You’ll be doing both of us a favor.” She said as she stared at him for a second before she watched him laugh and then launching himself over her. Head hitting the wall behind it, hand around her neck before feeling his fist knocking the breath out of her lungs. Despite trying to fight him back, the Texas native ended up on the floor curled up in a ball as she tried to recover her breath.
Walking through the hospital the woman arrived to the room that was being set up for the blood drive, as it was important for her to keep up with appearances like she wasn’t walking in pain. “Doctor Grey, here please sit down.” The nurse said as she mentioned her seat and Mila followed her, taking a small breath as she sat down and felt the pain from her injuries.
“I’m okay, PMS. That’s all.” Mila lied offering a small smile before she sat back and extended her arm allowing the nurse to work on her arm. Looking away from her own arm and making the nurse question if she didn’t like to see blood or was nervour around needles. “Funny thing, I’m used to seeing blood right? I just can’t see mine for some reason. It’s weird, makes me anxious.” She said with a small chuckle.