For the Famiglia: Intertwined fate

Time for rehab, Honey

I couldn’t help myself tensed up in the back seat beside Dominica who hadn’t stopped crying since we left the apartment. Her already smeared makeup was running down her face but I could do nothing to comfort her, not really. She would never seek me out we were merely legally married names on a paper and a place we shared the actual thing that would tie us together was the baby growing inside of her but mostly we were strangers. I didn’t know what she did with her days and she didn’t know what I did with mine only her sloppy addictions that flared their ugly head in my home made me aware of some things she did. I glanced at her, she was a beautiful woman physically blue eyes, and a toned figure it was her personality that was the problem, she was a liability yes my wife but a liability she was lucky I was in the position I was in otherwise she would of no doubt been taken care of who knew if she had been flapping her gums about our lifestyle to other people but it was a cross I would bear especially with her carrying my baby.

“P...Please” she whimpered I had never heard her say please. I had never heard her use any manners of any kind so this in itself caught my attention “please, Marco let’s go home. Don’t make me go here” she knew we were getting closer to the rehab centre of course she knew in the short time we had been married she had been here three times already.

“You need to do this...” I attempted to stay calm. handling this situation with care was needed. The woman was a damn landmine just waiting to be stepped on.

“No... I can get better at home—“

“We’ve tried that before, Dominica” I sighed we had tried it before I had tried to keep things private once upon a time but the mess of it began spilling over like an over-boiling pot “you have the baby to think about too.”

Her face was quick to scowl “of course the baby that’s all you f*****g care about you don’t care about me” she began to rant.

“Dominica...”

“It's true! Ever since I got pregnant! It's all you care about Marco. What about me? I've had to deal with so much the stress on my body and don't you think I haven't heard the f*****g whispers of people saying this baby isn't yours--”

“Watch your f*****g mouth” I snapped I know well and truly what the gossip was.

“Watch my f*****g mouth! Watch my f*****g mouth! That's the way you speak to your wife huh?” with a quick swing of her hand she smacked me upside the head. Luckily no rings this time but I felt the fake nails catch my ear.

Before she could swing again I grabbed her hand and put my hand over her own trying to defuse the situation however her eyes still shot me a scathing look “this is our child together, Dominica. we will be a family if I didn’t care about you would I do all this?” it was a lie after all the s**t she caused me it was hard to care about her but she was still my wife at the end of the day and if I had to lie to make this better I would.

She suddenly changed her demeanour the girl's mood changed like the damn weather. She shifted closer, closer than expected her body practically pressed against mine. Her large rounded stomach she was somehow able to manoeuvre around “please... Please I will do anything” a feeling of disgust swirled within me. She would truly do anything to get her way and it was a gross reality.

“Dominica, no” I took hold of her hand that had found its way to clutching at my collar. A pout was forming on her face while I tried to conceal my annoyance “how about this when you get out we will celebrate with a gift” the mere mention her eyes lit up. She was easily bribed it was a depressing reality but At least one that worked in my favour at times.

“A gift? What kind” she was suddenly very eager still so closely pressed into me.

“Perhaps that necklace you had your eye on” she had credit cards but when she overspent I had to put a lock on them that necklace was beyond the purchase and it wasn’t obvious to her pointing it out. Dominica was like a pampered princess always provided with the finest things, spoilt rotten an unfortunate fact I didn’t find out till we were married.

“Really?” she beamed giddily. I nodded my head her vapid self was oh so eager to do it for some expensive piece but not our child what was I stuck with here. I saw a nanny or two in our future that was for sure.

By the time we arrived the four-hour drive outside of the city, she had finally agreed under conditions. It wasn’t just the necklace of course if she did it this time. A new penthouse with a bigger closet was insisted upon as well. I wouldn’t of minded dawning her with fancy things if she wasn’t so blatant about it perhaps this is what happened with my mindset being so unromantic on the idea of marriage. I assumed it would always be an agreement but the universe had somehow sent me someone impossible to even care for.

“Is that all boss?” Johnny one of the drivers asked once we got back into the vehicle after dropping off Dominica. He was only a kid maybe nineteen from the neighbourhood but eager to get into the business. Driving and doing small tasks was usually a start and the boy seemed to want to make his way up the ladder. I stared out the window for a while, it was a nice place. Costing a pretty penny basically a damn spa retreat, not a rehab but if it would keep her out of everyone’s hair and off the s**t I didn’t care. Frankly, it will be nice not to be woken up in the middle of the night cleaning vomit from the floor and dealing with her mess maybe I will actually get a good night's sleep for once “boss?” I heard Johnny call me again.

“Yeah, John that’s it” I only nodded but continued to watch out the window and could only hope this time was different.