Oli's POV

The rain was pouring down the window, separating into two different streams as it reached the frame and then dribbling down the glass. I looked out across the driveway, my hand on my chest, as I watched his car pull in. I gritted my teeth.

The door clicked open, and I slammed my glass down on the table.

"Youve been drinking, Oli?" Anthony held the door open as he walked through, and he stopped and looked at me, sitting in my arm chair, staring back at him.

I just continued to grit my teeth with a kind of bottled up anger. I knew he had gone to see her. I knew it because the receptionist had sent me a text about allowing visitors. He hadn't told me he was going to see her. Why would he keep this from me?

The silence hung heavily in the air as he started to panic. He shut his eyes, shook the car keys in his hand and then went to leave again.

"No." I said, under my salted breath.

He looked back at me, and then hesitated as he shut the door. I knew he wanted to leave, but I wasn't going to let him go. Not now that I knew he was lying to me. I picked up my empty glass from the side table, and then I walked into the kitchen, my hand tracing along the cupboards as I suddenly stopped at the liquor cabinet.

"Oliver." His danish accent was beginning to piss me off. I just couldn't bare him at the moment. A moment of silence passed, and then he repeated himself. "Oliver?"

"What!?" I said, trying to hold back my irritation with him, although this was clearly only winding me up more.

Anthony sighed and then he started to take off his jacket. "I just wanted to see her. I missed her Oliver. I missed her so much."

I took the Jack Daniels out of the cabinet and unscrewed the lid, my hands shaking slightly as I replied to him. "We all miss her. Why haven't you come with me the last few times? I thought you'd lost interest in her."

"I could never..." He whispered. "I just wanted..." He rubbed his hands together briefly. "I just wanted you two to be together alone. Because that's the only way to fix your relationship. Every time I'm there, she talks to me more than you, her own fiance."

I slammed the glass down on the side, and started to pour myself a drink.

Anthony came up behind me and tried to take the bottle out of my hand. I snatched it away from him and gave him a hard shove. "What?" I said.

"You don't need that. You've got two children and a soon to be wife in rehab. The last thing those little kids need is an alcoholic father." Anthony lowered his gaze and looked disappointed.

"I'm not a fucking alcoholic." I said.

Anthony tried to take the whiskey again. "Drinking in the morning? Oh yeah, because stable people are having whiskey for breakfast. What kind of father are you?"

"I've said it alright! I'm not a fucking alcoholic, I'm just fucked off with you and the way you've been sneaking around lately, you dirty cunt. Listen here..." I pulled him close to me, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. "I'll put you in your fucking grave if you are sleeping with her."

"What?" Anthony stepped back. "No, no. I don't think you understand..." I grabbed him again and saw the look in his eye. He was obviously guilty for something. I pushed him up against the wall and started yelling at him, slamming his head a few times and grabbing his arms so that he couldn't get away from me.

I heard a mumble from behind me. Anthony pushed against me harder now, and he wasn't looking at me anymore.

"Daddy?" Hanley cried, I could feel his stare burning into my back.

Anthony picked up Hanley and started to walk away from me. He shielded my own son from me. "Come on Hanley. Daddy needs some time alone. We are going to leave him for a bit yeah? Daddy is just missing mummy more than usual lately and it causes him to sometimes get angry. Do you understand?"

Anthony was backing away from me, tears were forming in my eyes. My own son looked terrified of me, and I couldn't say anything to him, because I was drunk and outraged. My fists started to loosen and my jaw suddenly lifted. "Don't leave..." I whispered.

Anthony just walked away from me, as quickly as he could. He put Hanley down and held his hand as they went upstairs. I just stood there for a while, confused and upset. My body was pulsing with anger and alcohol. I started to realise what I had done.

"Come now, sweetheart." Anthony comforted Sienna as he rushed himself and both the kids out of the door. He got them halfway there, and then stopped, and told Hanley to help Sienna into the car. He came running back towards the house, and then stepped inside the door.

"Hurting me. Look at yourself." He said, picking up his car keys from the side. "I've only ever done good things for your family, Oliver. Don't take this out on me. I'm taking them away for a while. Give me a call when you've calmed down." He walked through the front door, and as he grabbed the handle, I called his name.

"Anthony. Wait. Where are you going? Where are you taking them?" I said. I was so startled, a tear started rolling down my cheek. He didn't look at me now. He just shut the door and headed for the car.

I watched him pull away from the driveway. He looked emotionless. He didn't speak to the kids. He just stared at the road as he drove. I couldn't see the kids. The blackened windows made it impossible, and I questioned how long I would be alone for now.

What had I become?

Notes

Sorry i've been gone so long aha, got involved with the wrong kind of shit for months, and now im back, looking for a distraction to keep me sober. Bad choices follow you for a long time guys, and I think my writing is going to get a lot more raw.


~ A recovery