Blurry

Blurry
Chapter 10

Everything's so blurry
And everyone's so fake
And everybody's empty
And everything is so messed up
Pre-occupied without you
I cannot live at all
My whole world surrounds you
I stumble then I crawl
Blurry~~Puddle of Mudd

Margot slipped her shoes on as she softly padded through the bedroom she had suddenly started sharing with Lachlan. She tried to ignore the soft, faint click of her heels on the tiles as she snuck out of the room, softly closing the door behind her. She quietly made her way down stairs looking at her wrist watch as she clutched at the banister. She still had an hour and a half. She went into the kitchen her hands starting to tremble. She grabbed her hand bag off the table and shoved her asthma puffer into it. She wound a section of her fringe around her finger as she waited for the milk in the microwave to warm. She tugged on her hair closing her eyes and taking deep, long breaths.
"Margot?" Her eyes flew open and she turned, tapping her foot on the floor in a simple two-two pattern. She struggled to stop her foot's tapping and she paused briefly to control the twitch. Lachlan raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled at him, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards into a gentle, nervous curve.
"I have a meeting with a supplier for the store." She explained as he wadded into the kitchen. He stepped on the bottom hem of his pant leg, his tracksuit pants sliding further down his hips. They were loose and comfortable and Margot reached out to gently scratch at the soft downy hair beneath his belly button.
"Have fun." He murmured as he yawned, running his fingers through his dark hair.
"What are you doing today?" She asked as she removed her warm glass from the microwave.
"Getting a haircut." He answered, sliding onto one of the stools lined up near the kitchen counter. She nodded as she dumped two spoonfuls of cocoa into the milk, stirring quickly.
"Have fun." She answered, gingerly taking a sip of the warm chocolate.
"I doubt it. I hate small talk." He answered as he grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl.
"I know." She murmured as he sunk his teeth into the firm flesh of the apple.
"What time is your meeting?" He asked as Margot finished half of her cup.
"Nine twenty." She answered taking a long, slow sip of her chocolate.
"Okay." He nodded as he bit into his apple again.
"I better go." She said as she finished her cocoa.
"I'll do that." Lachlan took her empty mug and walked over to the sink as Margot shrugged her jacket on, gently adjusting the collar.
"Bye Lachlan." She said as she made her way out of the kitchen.
"See you later, Love."

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Margot tried not to fidget as she sat in the cool sterile waiting room. Her fingers found the hem of her skirt, gently pulling at it. She looked up at the muted television screen watching it blankly as she heard the gentle gurgle of the baby sitting a few seats away. Margot turned to the child and smiled as the little girl looked up at her, turning the pages of the magazine it was holding. Margot was rewarded with a big baby grin, only a few teeth fully grown.
"Margot Fontainne." Margot looked up as someone called her name and she stood gathering her handbag up as she did so. She followed her doctor into the examination room.
"Hello Margot, How have you been?" Her doctor was friendly with a friendly, boyish face. He reminded her of an overgrown cherub, chubby cheeks and all.
"Not bad." She answered as she settled in the cushy chair in front of the doctor’s desk.
"I have the results of your pregancy test. Lolly?" A jar of lollies was shoved at her and she took one, gently biting into it.
"Thanks." She answered as she shifted nervously as Doctor Rosenbaum shuffled around for her file on his desk.
"Alright. Let's see." Her file was flicked open and spread out across her doctors knees, his desk covered in lolly wrappers and papers.
"Am I?" Margot asked as he sorted through the papers.
"Hmmm. Still looking." He answered as he shuffled through the file.
"Oh, okay." Margot anxiously fiddled with the hem of her skirt as she waited.
"Alright. We have the paper." Doctor Rosenbaum shook a beige colored sheet loose and he brushed his hair back from the crown of his head.
"The paper is good." She said, her teeth digging down on the inside of her cheek.
"Here you go." Her doctor handed her the sheet of paper after he quickly perused it.
"Thanks." She accepted the sheet and scanned down to where the confirmation should be.

PREGNANCY CONFIRMED.

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Margot ran her fingers along the soft silks of her underwear drawer and she quickly scooped up as many as she could, shoving them all into a bag. She shoved the few last garments in and tied the bag shut, gently closing the drawer. She thanked the heavens for them umpteenth time that night as Lachlan slept on easily. She wondered briefly if Lachlan was a heavy sleeper or if he was just tired. Margot decided it didn't matter as she gently wound the keys to the house off of her keychain, leaving them on top of the note she had left him. She looked him as he slept and she bit into her lip.
"Bye." She murmured and she leant over to press a soft kiss to his temple. She picked up the bag of her underwear and her last pair of shoes, carrying them out of the room. She tried to make as little noise as possible as she made her way through the house. She made her way out of the door, closing it softly and hearing the lock click. She made her way down the path and to the taxi waiting at the end of the driveway.
"This it sweetie?" Margot nodded at the taxi driver.
"Thanks." She answered settling into the back seat of the car.
"Where to?" He asked as he slid into the driver’s seat.
"23 Redford Way." She answered.
"Sure love." Margot smiled politely as she felt a stabbing pain strike her chest. She didn't expect leaving Lachlan to hurt so damn much.

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Lachlan yawned widely, his arm automatically reaching out to wrap around Margot. His nails scratched at the bed sheets and he cracked an eye open. He poked at the empty space next to him. It felt cold. Lachlan rolled over and yawned again noticing something out of place on his bedside table. He sat up, rubbing at his eyes as the sheets slid down his bare chest to his hips. He noticed keys on his table, weighing down a torn out piece of notebook paper. He slid the keys into his palm and the paper unfolded a little. Lachlan picked up the piece of paper, scratching at his sleep-ruffled hair.

Lachlan,

I can't do this anymore.

Margot.

Lachlan blinked. He slid out of bed and went over to the chest of drawers, pulling them open. He went over to the closet and slid it open. Her stuff was gone.
"Fuck."

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Hey guys,
This is it.
That's the end. When I get around to it there will be a sequel but psh.
Yes, that's right PSH.
Thanks for reviewing and reading and such.
LMP