Disclaimer: I don't own Chicago or any of the characters. Well I made some characters up, so I guess I own them…..
Man, I have an unhealthy obsession with this movie. I guess I'll keep writing about it until I get it out of my system ;) This story sort of goes with the previous one, "Exhibit X – Roxie Hart's Diary" but I guess you don't have to read it to understand this. It's about Amos' life after Roxie gets off. It's probably going to be better than my last story, hopefully…. Wrote the whole story in one lazy Sunday afternoon...
"There ain't no baby?" Amos' heart sank in chagrin as his wife stared at the window, completely ignoring him, as always. "They didn't even want my picture," Roxie pouted as she stared out the window. Amos hung his head in disbelief. She didn't even take a second glance at him. Again, he had been used by the woman he loved so dearly. After all of the adversity he had went through to prove his love, those hours at the garage trying to raise $5000 for Mr. Flynn, those times he went home early instead of hanging with his buddies at the bar just to spend as much time with her as he could; it was all in vain. She doesn't even care, he thought.
"I can't understand that. Why didn't they even want my picture?" Roxie complained as Amos had turned to leave. He felt hot tears welling in his deep brown eyes. Anger, frustration or rejection, he wasn't quite sure how to describe how he was feeling but he didn't want to turn back to her. She had this comin', and I won't be there for her anymore.
Before Amos even knew it, he threw his hat and coat on the couch and slumped onto his bed, on the side where Roxie used to sleep. He closed his eyes for a long moment, and when he opened them, he caught a glimpse at his wedding photo on his nightstand. His face burned red, and his veins started pulsing at his temples. Violently, he grasped onto the frame and he flung it across the room, letting out a hoarse cry as the glass shattered into a million shards.