Chapter 1.2: Lies

Myra tried to forget her sister's words, but it was a task easier said than done. She wondered what Alice meant... Surely her sister didn't mean that threat... They used to be as close as one second was to another. Myra wanted to do anything to forget, whether that be laundry...

Or cooking. Myra felt as if not much had been going on, the mornings were usually the same thing, even in the new house. She usually made breakfast, and got changed into her normal clothes for a couple hours before changing into her uniform, and going to work.

This morning was a little different though

She was feeling really ill this morning, something she really wasn't feeling the night before. She wondered if it was something she ate...? No, otherwise Drake would be feeling sick too.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by the urge to throw up. Leaving the toilet a clogged up mess because of it. She didn't even have too much time to eat breakfast that morning, she had to go straight to work, suddenly starving.

Myra hated the uniform she had to wear, the shirt was like someone wrapped ribbon around herself, and the skirt felt like one someone a lot older would wear. The door closed behind her as she went to the car that would take her to work.

As she sat in the car, the conversation her and her sister had went through her mind...

First, no bachelorette  party invite, then I'm not invited to the wedding... I'm starting to think you don't like me.

You know that's not true Alice... I don't want my husband finding out about our family.

I suppose... Its best to keep our past a secret. So either dedicate yourself to the secret, or tell him now.

Its been a while, hasn't it?

You did the right thing Karina...

Stop calling me that. We left that behind. We left our real names behind us, and chose new ones, remember? We started a new life here, just me and you. Don't bring back the past.

And where do you think you're going?

I'm going to tell my husband the truth.

You know... Three may keep a secret if two are dead.

Myra shook her head, getting rid of the thoughts of her sister, the night before and the past. She just wanted to focus on her new life.

Drake knew of his wife's disappearance the night before, and he wanted to know what she was doing. His first thought was that she was fooling around with a different guy, as much as he didn't want to believe that, why else would she be sneaking around at night?

He played some guitar to make him feel a little better about his possibly cheating wife.

He called in fake sick to work, as he wanted to talk to Myra before 9 at night when he got off work. When she ended work, he was an hour into his. He was determined to know where she was last night.

He hung up the laundry outside, even though it was raining... He thought that they really needed a dryer, so the laundry would actually dry, not get more wet from the rain.

Drake loved playing the guitar, and any other source of music for that matter. He knew he had found his calling, if only it was in the form of a piano though...

He heard the door open, and Myra walked in. He set down the guitar, and went over to her.

"Where were you last night?" He asked, ambushing her.

"Uh... Sleeping? Next to you? Where else would I be?" She asked, trying to disguise the nervousness in a slight laugh.

"Don't lie..." Drake easily heard the nervousness in her tone, his suspicions piecing together "You were with another man." He glared at her, while she looked fairly appalled by his accusation.  

"I did not cheat!" She snapped, glaring back.

"And how would I know that? You hardly tell me anything." He argued back, "Why can't you just tell me the truth? Why is it always lies and confusion with you? Just tell me what you were doing."

She was silent, and looked at the floor. The quietness answered what she couldn't. He backed away from her, and headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?" She asked, more sad than angry.

He left her. He was done with her never telling him the truth. But the question of it he was done with her all together...? That's something completely different.

Now he was gone, Myra felt... Strange, to say the least. She had never been in her own in her house before. She went to fix the clogged toilet in the bathroom, just to get her mind off how awful everything has been lately. 

She also felt strange because her clothes were a lot tighter than they were before. After she had managed to fix the toilet, she went into her room, and got changed into something that fit better.

She was looking out the window, thinking about everything that has happened.

First about the talk with her sister...

Then the fight that probably ended her marriage.

Myra looked out the window for a few hours, half just to think and watch the rain, but half hoping that Drake would come back home. She loved him, always has done. She never believed in 'love at first sight' but that's because it has never actually happened to her.Now he had left, she felt alone, and the house felt eerily empty. 

Her mind started to trace back over the day, but her body tensed at a realization. The throwing up before work, then feeling really hungry was one thing that got her mind thinking, and her clothes feeling tighter... Myra cautiously glanced down at her stomach, it was probably the worse time for this to happen. All she could mumble was "Fuck."

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AN: Ah, swearing... The best way to finish things :)

Small spoiler (But if you know the roles... Its not really a spoiler) : Drake didn't actually move out, they were too poor so he's just gonna be hiding from the photos. He's only not going to be in a few I think...? I'm still not so sure.

This was originally going to be two chapters, the first one ending when he left, but otherwise the second one would be way too short. Anyhoo, sorry for a long wait, I had school and stuff starting recently. I can't even remember when I wrote something last, ah well.