Empty Bed

Avalyn sits at the table, the candles flickering in the dark room. Her eyes are facing the food, the now cold food that she put off eating while waiting for him. So, where is he? He said he would be back for six. Her eyes glance up at the clock, 10 p.m. She should have known he wouldn't be back. When is Cain ever back these days? The light that the candles create makes a sway of emotions within Avalyn with every movement they make in the darkroom.

This seems to be her life right now. Nothing makes him come home, and she knows the truth but would rather act like she has no idea. She stares at the candles flickering, wondering if she will ever get her husband back, like at the start, but she knows the answer, she knows nothing will bring him back.

She stands up, blowing out the candles as she begins collecting the plates, she can't be bothered to wash them. To be honest, she is fed up with scraping plates so much. Her hands move, the tips of her fingers feeling the perfect porcelain china. She opens the bin and puts them in it; she doesn't care as she hears the smashing, and breaking as they hit the bottom of the long barrel.

A slight smile on her face at the fact they were Cain's mothers, maybe now he will come home when he says? She walks upstairs and climbs straight in bed, one last look at her phone, but nothing. Not even a text to apologise or explain he can't make it, then again when does he ever? Her frustration grows, tears brimming in her eyes as she stares at the phone. Her heart is feeling like it is breaking even more despite it no longer being hollow, and just some shattered mess within her chest.

You did it again; I don't care what your excuse is Cain. I know it isn't work; I am not a fool. Maybe once I am gone, you realise what you missed. Because I won't be sticking around if this is our life, how can we bring a child into this? Oh, and by the way, you might want to apologise to your mum for making me smash her plates. Night!

She hits send and rolls over, her eyes falling closed quickly. Waking up, Cain is asleep next to her, her eyes glancing at his gentle face. A portrait of an amazing man who cares for women. Yet the portrait is deceiving, his beauty and his innocent look are misleading. Climbing out of bed, her feet press against the fluffy carpet, her head falling forward, today things change. She walks downstairs standing; she begins making breakfast before she sits and eats it. Her eyes are glancing around the large kitchen dining area, a house that Cain had promised would be their family home. Yet seems only ever to be her home.

Cain walks into the kitchen, smiling.

"Sorry love, work got on top of me, and my phone died. Where's food?" Cain glances at the table not seeing food at his place. It isn't like her; she always serves him.

"In the bin Cain, didn't want to cook for you this morning just in case you weren't hungry." Cain nods, not arguing with her as he starts grabbing his things.

"I need to get to the club's Cam, tonight. I promise I will be home before seven; I don't care what emergencies come up, I will be here." Kissing her, he walks out, Avalyn shaking her head. Maybe tonight he will come home?

Walking upstairs, she goes through her drawers. She could buy something new. Perhaps a picture or two will ensure he comes home. Walking out the house she drives to the store, her eyes glancing over the lingerie as she smiles.

Her hand stops on the PVC suit. Slowly stroking along it, feeling the warmth spread through her body like it's wrapped in a blanket. She could wear that; her head shakes suddenly, Cain isn't like her ex's. He made a point of making sure she knew he wasn't and had no interest in BDSM, not even enough to let her wear PVC no matter how much she longed to have that side of her a small bit.

Picking up a simple, revealing lingerie set, she heads home. As the day passes by, cooking she puts the food on the table before getting showered and changed. The smell makes her smile, his favourite, tonight she is making sure he knows he is wanted.

Sitting at the table she takes a picture, sending it to Cain. She smiles, seeing herself sitting in just lingerie at the table. Her eyes keep glancing at the clock, watching as time passes by again, her head falling forward as she feels tears slip from her eyes. She should give in, and walk away, but if she does, she has nothing, no family, no one.

They all left her when she married Cain, saying he wasn't welcome in the family. Only for her parents to die and she knows now she has no one. The bitter sting of realising she only has Cain hurts.

Sitting, she glances around herself, seeing the clock hitting ten o'clock, a scream escapes her mouth as she throws the plates on the floor. The smashing sounds echo through the room like windows shattering in a storm as she screams.

She should walk, her eyes glancing around the house, It is beautiful, yet Cain made sure all her money went into his accounts, accounts that only he has access to these days. Walking to her room, she takes out her phone again, feeling herself giving in.

I quit Cain; I hope she was worth it.

It feels like the thing making him late so much is a woman, hitting send on the message she lies down, finding herself drifting to sleep as she cries. Her heartbreaking as her mind tells her she has no option but to stick around and endure the pain.