Chapter 0005

~ANASTASIA~

I slapped my forehead, which caught Scott’s attention as he turned to me with a curious look.

“Is-”

“Drive.” I cut him; I couldn't deal with him.

“Ms. Anastasia-”

“I'm not Ms. Anastasia!” I yelled, “I mean, I guess now—agh, just drive, please.” I rubbed my forehead and caught my breath. I had forgotten that I was not married to William anymore.

Scott nodded his head and then started the car. I took a deep breath as I tried to calm myself.

I rested my head on the seat and closed my eyes, as I knew it would calm me because I needed to be as calm as possible. I scratched my arms as they were a little itchy—I hadn't had a proper bath in days.

Even with my eyes closed, I didn't miss it when the car came to a stop, I quickly opened my eyes, and without waiting for Scott, I assisted myself out of the car.

“My apologies Ms Ana-Rogers…” I bumped into him as he was about to open the door for me.

“Just give me my bag.” I sniffed, and Scott without wasting time rushed to the trunk, and before I knew it, he was back with my bag in his hands.

He opened his mouth to probably ask but I didn't let him say the words as I grabbed my bag from his hands and without a moment to lose, I hurried to my apartment door.

When I reached the door, I stopped and stared at it for a split second. I used to live here before marrying William; it was my grandma’s apartment, but she left it in my name. Dad and I never got along, so on the bad days I spent most of my days here.

Taking a deep breath, I reached for my keys and then unlocked the door, ignoring its dust. I struggled for a few seconds because the lock was old; it had been like that even when Grandma was alive. I promised to fix it but never got a chance because, after marrying William, I became a housewife, talk of taking care of a baby who needed my attention twenty-four-seven.

When I got in, I threw the bag down and walked straight to my bedroom. I needed to wash my body as my skin was itchy.

My room was dusty, but I didn't have the time to clean, so ignoring it, I took off my clothes and went to the shower. I turned on the warm water and quickly washed my body. Whatever I was doing, I tried so hard not to think of anything at the moment; I had to be strong.

Of course, I will cry, just not now.

The shower didn't take time as I was quick; after that, I wore my comfortable pajamas and then walked to the kitchen. I luckily stocked my fridge with each chance I got, so there was food.

I took the bucket of yogurt and ice cream and placed it on the counter. I walked to the cupboard and tried to get a spoon. I struggled to get a hold of the glass jar that had the spoons, and before I knew it, the jar came flying and landed on the floor, crashing it into a million pieces.

“Fuck!” I cursed out loud, annoyed at why everything had to be so bad today. After sighing, I walked to the broken pieces, paused for a second before I bent, picked up one spoon, and then walked to the counter and took my two bowls in my arms, then walked to the living room.

My couch was dusty, but I didn't bother to clean it as I sat down and started mixing the ice cream and yogurt before I started eating.

I stayed silent, eating before I remembered my phone. I had to check it in case Dad called. I was not ready to deal with him, but I knew there was no escaping that old man.

“Maybe he'll not be too harsh on me when he hears that William and I are getting a divorce,” I said to myself before I stood up and almost walked to the bedroom but stopped at the knock on the door.

My heart started beating fast as I thought of the possibility of William following me here. I didn't have the heart to face him now, and I was not ready to even process the whole divorce thing now.

I took small steps to the door, and as I reached there, I peeped through the doorhole. I could see a person and with the clothes, I could tell it was a man.

I knew it couldn't be William, as when I left him he was in his home clothes. I thought it was Scott, so I slightly opened the door, but when I saw the person, I tried to close it, but they forced their way until they were in.

“Ana?”