Chapter 47: Christian
(Hurt Me. Please)
I stumbled in drunk through the front door. The entire house was ghostly silent.
Our kids were asleep.
With the bottle of scotch in my hand— and feeling very clear headed, I went straight to her.
The woman who was responsible for my misery. The love of my life.
Vanessa.
Her door was slightly ajar and her lights were surprisingly on.
I stuck my head in and noticed her back was to me. Her hair was damp as if she had just taken a shower and she was gently brushing it.
Our eyes met through the mirror, her movement stopped.
“You're back.” It sounded like a whimper.
Knowing what intentions I had hidden in my chest tonight, I walked in and closed the door behind me, locking it.
“Don't you want me to?” I asked, setting the bottle down o
