Chapter 1
Chester stood before the front door, his eyes glued to it. Even if he wanted he couldn''t make
his gaze shift from them. He seemed to be in a sort of a trance, mesmerizing the sight in front of his eyes. Was it the door that he considered so attractive, so worthy of his attention? In reality, it had not been that sleek, dark brown rectangle object covered in particles of snow that his mind saw. In reality, that was gone. As if transparent, it disappeared, and Chester could look right through it. There it was the hallway of his house. During the years he had memorized it so well his mind''s eye had no problem with continuing further through it, until it reached another room. That was the kitchen, recognized by smell and the sounds-the smell of the Bolognese sauce and the sound of liquid steaming in s pot. Water streaming from the pipe could also be heard-what a sweet, relaxing sound, the sound of water! Everything seemed so perfectly normal. Even the woman standing before the pipe, washing and peeling potatoes, fit in perfectly. As if she was a part of the moderately spacey room. And the woman was very beautiful. Her long, chestnut hair was falling down her back, reaching to her shoulders. It was straight at the top, but wavy, almost curly at the ends. Chester could almost feel the smell of orchid-her favorite shampoo consisted that flower. Her body was slim, and it slowly rocked left and right as the peel fell of the potatoes. Chester couldn''t help but let out a longing sight at the sight of her…
„Chester! “
He jumped up, his heartbeat increasing to painful. Everything-the kitchen, the water, the potatoes, the woman…it all disappeared in a whirl of various colors. The remains formed another picture-a picture of the face of that woman. But it was not peaceful and blissful. There was an angry, hurt frown decorating the oval-shaped face of bright, blue almond-shaped eyes and full lips. Her thin eyebrows narrowed, and if the situation was not serious, Chester would most certainly burst into laughter. Even though he had been seeing that face very often lately…
„Ella…“
He muttered his voice rather weak and hesitant. His thoughts quickly shifted from Ella''s face to the real problem-their fight. Their fight. Perhaps this was too undefined-they had had plenty of fights lately. The last year of their marriage was more alike a year of hell. There was no day when one of them would not make a poisonous remark at an action of the other. Also, a fight was bound to happen at least once a week. And when he said ''fight'', he meant it. Not a simple argument, but a fight. Of course, there had never been physical violence. But the words hurt much more than a slap or a kick would. Than a slap or a kick could. But this most recent fight, the one that occurred only a few hours ago, was the one that made him shudder. He recalled all of their fights, and never had one gotten as serious as this one. Never had there been so many curses, screams and shouts. And never had there been a
divorce threat. Maybe he was not supposed to take it seriously. It was all said in anger, spite-in times like those people cannot be judicious. They are not capable of bringing any decisions-he had been sure Ella would forget of it by the time he came back. But still, the worm of doubt had been eating him on the inside. And it turned out to be right. Ella''s face looked all but forgiving.
Chester made a step backwards, leaning against a wooden column. It was cold, with pieces of ice all over it wetting his light brown hair, but he did not mind. His heart was filled with fear, anxiety, hope…but only time could tell what went on in his wife''s mind.