MONDAY DECEMBER 20: The Black Rose is hosting a music night. Head out with your girls and enjoy some local bands. Who knows, maybe even one of our own will get up on stage and surprise us all.
I met up with Ada for lunch, a half an hour late, with Lucie. "Hey, Ada, I'm so sorry I'm late,"

"It's no problem," She said, standing to give me a hug.

"And I'm sorry I had to bring Lucie... Lewis and I are having problems," I winced. We hadn't really been on speaking terms since that night, so I had basically been taking charge with some help from Quinn. Sure he helped some, but we weren't communicating at all.

"Oh no," She said, sipping her soda. I was so late she had already ordered -- I felt awful. "What happened,"

"We had a fight," I simply said, switching Lucie over to my other arm. "Lucie's been really fussy ever since we left the hospital,"

"I'm so sorry, Serena," She said, rubbing the top of Lucie's soft, fuzzy head. "If you need me to come over I'd be happy to help out,"

"Thanks, Ada, I really appreciate it," I smiled. 

{rest up later by -i pity the living}

// later on //

I got home to a quiet house. Lucie was asleep, so I put her down in the nursery.

"Hello," I said. "Anyone home,"

"Serena," Lewis said, stumbling out of the bedroom. I smelled alcohol on his breath. "Oh thank God you're home,"

"Lewis, what are you doing," I asked.

"I missed you. I thought you left me,"

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, Lew," I said, angrily. "Why are you drinking,"

"I thought... You left me, I was upset," He slurred, falling on top of me. I caught him and brought him to his feet.

"Go to bed," I said.

"Come with me, Serena," He said, trying to pull on my arm.

I sighed, kicking off my shoes and following him to bed.

"Why are you doing this, Lewis," I whispered.

He turned on his side, kissing my cheek. "I'm sorry, baby,"

I turned, too, putting my hand on his cheek. "I need you to stop, okay,"

"Okay, baby, I will,"

"Okay," I said. "I need your help with all of this, it's too hard for just me to deal with,"

"I'm sorry," He repeated.

"It's okay, baby," I whispered. 

But was it really okay? I couldn't tell anymore.
{dumb story. comment if you read.}
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