You're Looking Good, Princess

**Bianca**

“What made you do this?” He screamed. “All this time, have I been a joke to you? I guess it was funny watching me talk about my dead relatives when you’re the reason they died!”

No, it wasn’t fun at all. But how can I tell him that? I can’t even move my fingers. All I can do is stare blankly into my lap. The couch I am on is comfortable, it always was. However, it’s hard to relax when my husband is pacing back and forth.

Conroy ran his fingers through his hair. “What is your problem? Seriously! You’re choosing now to be quiet?”

I can’t choose anything. Doesn’t he see that something is odd? Or does he think I’m unable to look at him out of guilt?

Conroy finally takes a break and takes a seat on the couch across from me. He lowered his head. After a minute or two has passed, he lifts his head and tries to look into my eyes. Of course, I can’t look back at him.

“You know, I didn’t want to believe it when they told me.” He leaned back. “I mean, you said you loved me. You were always there when I needed you and even cried when I cried. I had no reason to think that you were… that you were that kind of person.”

That’s because I’m not. I fell in love with you because you seemed like a sensitive and considerate person. The years we spent together mean a lot to me. When you asked me to marry you, I was beside myself in happiness. After I went home I couldn’t stop smiling. The past six months of us being married were like a dream.

If I wasn’t poisoned, I would’ve been able to tell you that.

He sighed, head in his palms. Between us was a small table. On it, divorce papers. My name was already on it, whoever poisoned me, they made sure of it. I don’t know who did it but I’m sure they’re the same person who told him that ridiculous story. If I survive after this, they’re dead meat.

Conroy got up and took a seat beside me. "You don't actually want to divorce, right?" He asked. "Since you worked so hard to get my attention. And it worked! But I might be willing to forgive you if you tell me the truth of what you did."

He placed his hand on my shoulder. "I need to know that you feel guilty. Do you still have a heart that isn't made out of stone?"

His phone rang. He didn't pay it any mind. Even after the ringing stopped, I could still hear it. It echoed, just like Conroy's voice.

It's tiring to keep my eyes open. I'm screaming in my head, begging him to notice that something is wrong.

Can't someone come visit? Anyone? Maybe if I didn't cancel my plans with my sister today she would have come to pick me up.

Rarely do I ever doubt Conroy, but now I'm noticing how narrow-minded he can be. Once he has an idea in his head he won’t see anything else.

His wavy golden brown hair framed his face perfectly. I liked running my fingers through it while he smiled at me. When we went running, he would shift into a wolf with fur that glowed golden in the sunlight. The sight always left me mesmerized. If we went running with our friends, we would hide from them and leave them wondering where we were while we enjoyed time alone.

“Tell me what happened?”