A Thousand Letters(72)

"Who cares about her? This is her fault," she screamed as I nodded. Charlie whipped his head around to glare at her.

"No, this is your fault. You did this to me. To our children." His voice broke. "You did this, and it can't be undone." He turned for the stairs. "Get out, Mary. Take your things and leave. And don't come back."

"Charlie!" she cried, scrambling up the stairs after him. "Please. Please don't say that. Don't do this. If you'd just talk to me—"

"You can talk to my lawyer." He stormed up the rest of the stairs and slammed the bedroom door.

Mary stood halfway up the stairs, her eyes on the space where he'd stood only a few seconds before. And in that moment, she seemed small, stripped of her pride, of her marriage, her dignity. I reminded myself that she'd made this choice. That it wasn't my fault.

It didn't stop me from feeling responsible all the same.

She finally turned, her rage contorting her face. "You couldn't keep your fucking mouth shut, and now look at what you've done. I've done everything for you, you ingrate, and this is how you repay me?"

"You treat me as if I've done nothing for you. Like I haven't endured you for all these years. You ask me to lie when you've never given me anything, not even something so simple as your love. But if you cared about anyone other than yourself, you wouldn't have asked that of me. You wouldn't have cheated in the first place."

"Get out, Elliot!" she screamed. "Get out."

Charlie appeared at the top of the stairs again, his face flat and angry and cold. "Leave her alone, Mary. You've bullied her long enough."

"Fuck you, Charlie! Don't tell me what to do in my house."

He rushed down and grabbed her by the arm, wrenching it at an awkward angle as he kept going, taking her down the stairs with him, then past us.

"Ow, you're hurting me. Where are we going?" she yelled, trying to wriggle away from him.

"To the office until Elliot is gone for the night. I don't know that she's safe here with you."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She broke free and stood there, staring at him.

He towered over her. "It means if you hit her again, I'll call the police, and I don't think you want to get arrested, not if you want custody of your children. So get down the stairs and into my office or so help me God, I'll pick you up and carry you."

He grabbed her arm again, and she went more compliantly, shooting daggers over her shoulder at me. When the door closed, I realized I was shaking all over.

My father fumed. "What the hell is the matter with you?" he spat. "None of this was your business, and now you've meddled and all of us will suffer for it! What are we supposed to do now?"

"I don't know, Dad," I offered, exhausted. "Go home?"

His face was red as he blustered, "We can't go home! We have no home!"

My brow dropped in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean we were evicted, you idiot. We have no money, no means. Why else would we be here? Do you really think I wanted to come back here? And now you've ruined everything."

I watched them in utter disbelief and absolute understanding. "Of course. It all makes perfect sense." I tried to walk past them to my room to pack a few things, but he grabbed me by the arm.

"Where do you think you're going? You need to fix this, Elliot Marie."

I pulled my arm away, meeting his angry gaze with one of my own. "Fix it yourself. It's you who made the mess in the first place."

"You're just like your mother," he spat like it was an insult.

"Thank you. Because in this world, one thing I will always be grateful for is that I am not like you." My eyes cut to Beth, who held Rodrigo, scowling at me. "Your hate has only strengthened my desire to be kind. Your anger has only made me more compassionate. I'm only sorry that I wasted it on you for all these years."

And with that, I walked away from my family once and for all.





24





The Length of Love





Love is a line

Spanning the distance

Between two hearts.



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-M.White





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Wade

I tried to keep myself busy in the kitchen the next afternoon, but knowing Elliot was upstairs had me on edge.

The words I wanted to say swam around and around in the fishbowl of my mind. She'd come back late the night before — I'd still been awake, talking with Ben in the living room. She was upset, and when she glanced at us, her eyes begged us not to ask any questions. So, we didn't, though I wanted to. I wanted to know that she was all right, wanted to comfort her. I couldn't imagine that her breaking up her sister and her husband would have been easy or simple. In fact, I knew she was hurting and afraid.

I only wished I could be there for her.

She'd spent the rest of the night upstairs with Sophie, and that morning she was subdued, making eye contact with me only once, the force of her sadness nearly bringing me to my knees.

Sophie never left her alone with me, not even for a second.