10|Escaping
"Please," I begged Trey as I stood at his doorstep in the pouring rain. "It's just for tonight."
He sighed before stepping aside. "You have a big house, sis. Why can't you just go there?"
"Because Nate is there and I do not want to see him right now," I said as I took off my dripping wet coat.
He rolled his eyes. "You two need therapy."
"No, what we need is a divorce," I argued as I followed behind my older brother like I was a lost puppy.
"Hey babe, who was at the door?" Mya, his wife, asked.
She smiled when her eyes landed on me. "Naomi!"
I forced a smile. "Hey."
"Aunt Naomi!" I heard before three beautiful children came running towards me.
I immediately hugged them.
"You three go keep your aunt company while mommy and I talk," Trey instructed them before him and his wife disappeared.
"Where's Uncle Nate?" My niece, Tricia asked.
"Um, your uncle's a little busy right now," I lied and she frowned before they all started bombarding me with questions.
After a good thirty minutes, Trey finally decided to rescue me from his little yappers.
"Go play with mommy," he instructed before sitting down next to me with a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
He handed me a glass. "You look like you could use a drink."
I nodded before taking the glass from him and pouring myself some whiskey.
"What's going on with you and Nate?" Trey asked concerned after my third glass.
"What's not?" I asked before bringing the glass to my head. "He's an asshole, that's what he is."
Trey frowned before pouring me some more.
"And-and you know on our wedding day, he told me that our love could withstand anything," I angrily said as all those good memories of us popped up.
"Oh and I got demoted today, so that's that," I shrugged. "After Nate humiliated me in court."
"I'm Naomi freaking Carter," I argued. "I-I don't lose."
I suddenly found myself bursting into tears.
"He hates me," I said, quickly wiping my tears, but more fell.
Trey wrapped his arm around me.
"It's Nate, lil sis," he smiled. "That guy can never hate you."
I shook my head. "No, you don't see the way how he looks at me now. It's complete hatred."
Trey sighed.
"Naomi, you two lost a kid," he reminded me. "He's probably still hurting, but I know for sure he doesn't hate you."
"I watched how he looked at you on your wedding day," he smiled. "That kind of love doesn't just disappear. It might fade a little, but it can never be truly gone."
I looked at him with a scowl. "Since when did you give good advice?"
He scoffed before pushing me away. "Since I want you to stop being a loser and go home already."
"Hey, I thought you were going to be nice to me tonight," I frowned and he thought for a second.
"I tried, but I didn't like it," he rudely said and I rolled my eyes.
The doorbell suddenly rang, and I waited for him to go and open it.
The rain was loud against the roof now, so maybe he didn't hear.
I looked at him. "The doorbell is ringing."
"Well, go open it then," he rudely said before he picked up his phone and started texting.
"But it's your house," I glared at him, but he ignored me.
I sighed before getting up and making my way to the door.
I then pulled it open before I froze.
Nate was standing there.
Soaked.
Motionless.
His grey eyes locked on mine, watering dripping from his hair, his jaw clenched tightly.
Without a word, he grabbed my hand and started pulling me, but I quickly anchored myself.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I glared at him and he sighed.
"Naomi, let's just go home," he said. "I don't want to fight again."
"How did you even know I was here?" I asked before slowly turning to Trey, who was silently watching us. "It was you?"
He stood up before making his way over to us.
"He called, worried sick about you, so I simply told him you were here," Trey asked and I scoffed.
Nate?
'Worried sick' about me?
Yeah, right.
"You can't just keep coming around everytime you and Nate have a fight, lil sis," Trey said. "I won't let you in anymore."
"I want you to deal with your problems and finally stop running away from them," he ended firmly.
I silently nodded as tears filled my eyes.
The one person I thought would've still had my back, didn't.
Without another word, I walked out into the rain.
"Naomi!" Trey shouted behind me. "I'm only doing this to help you."
My heart ached when I saw Nate's car.
The one day I decided not to drive my car.
It was just filled with a bunch of baby items.
All the toys and the car seat he had gotten for her.
He unlocked the car and we silently got in.
I immediately turned to face the window as I tried to block him out and all the other baby shit he had around me.
My throat tightened as my tears silently fell.
I've had a lot of bad days, but today has to have been the worst I've had ever since Eden's funeral.
I pressed my forehead to the glass, the cold helping me focus on anything other than the ache in my chest.
Nate didn't say a word as he began to drive, but I could sense him taking small glances at me.
"How much more do I have to suffer before we can divorce?" I muttered with my eyes closed.
He still didn't reply, so I turned to face him.
His jaw was tightened as he tightly gripped the wheel.
"Did you hear me?" I asked. "Or are you just going to pretend like you don't care like always?"
His eyes stayed on the road and his mouth kept shut.
After getting the message pretty, freaking clear, I turned to face the window again and kept quiet the whole drive home.
...
I stepped out the car without waiting for Nate.
The rain had eased a little, but my hair was still wet.
I clenched my jaw knowing that it was going to take forever to dry tonight.
I unlocked the front door and went straight inside without looking back at him.
He followed a few seconds later, shaking the water from his jacket.
Inside, the silence between us continued to stretch.
Very much louder than how it was in the car.
I tossed my wet coat over a chair and made my way towards the stairs, but his voice stopped me.
"You really think I don't care?" He had the heart to ask.
I slowly turned to face him, not giving him the chance to see any emotion from me. "You've got a hell of a way of showing it."
We stared at each other, both exhausted.
At this point, I don't even know what we were fighting for anymore.
I sighed before continuing my way up the stairs and locking myself in the bedroom for the rest of the night.