Chapter One Hundred and Twenty–Five It Is Too Soon.–2
1 finally hear him coming through. I try not to get distracted by his half–naked, wet body. It isn’t the time for that.
“You showered without me.“1 pout
He has no emotion his voice.
“You can’t be mad at me for being honest, Wyatt,” I say, imitated.
“I am not mad ”
“Yes, you are.
I watch his body tense, and he cranks his neck, “Drop i
- He replies through gritted teeth.
What is the point in trying to argue with him about it? He is so damn stubborn. I sigh, shake my head and jump to my feet. I leave my room without another bathroom. 1 lock the door behind me and rest against it.
the
Why did he have to say it? Things were good before he did. I hope my rejection doesn’t trigger him, I didn’t say no to hurt him. He must know that. I would never hurt him on purpose. He means too much to me.
I close my eyes, taking a few deep breaths. I switch the shower on and step into it. I slide to the floor and let the warm water fall over me. I try net to cry. I am sure he will calm down in
I get lost in my head. I don’t know how long I do it, but I gather myself. I wrap a towel around myself. I stand in front off the minor, “Everything is going to be okay.” I whisper.
I return to the bedroom, expecting to find Wyatt. I don’t. He isn’t in here.
“Wyatt?” I call out.
There is no answer. I go look for him. He is probably making coffee or having a scotch. I realise I couldn’t be more wrong. He is nowhere in sight. He left! What the ball? Now, I am mad. My anger replacing my guilt, I can’t believe he left. Is he a child? We could have spoken about it like adults. There was no need for him to run away. It was a cowardly move,
back to my room and grab my cell. I wanted to see if maybe he had texted, and I’m hopeful there was another reason for him leaving. There is nothing. I call him, but at
voicemail. I will leave him a message.
“Brally. Wy.
You left? What age are you, sixteen? You have no right to be pissed at me. We could have spoken, but no, instead, you ran away Fuck you,
Wyatt,” I hiss and end the call.
Why can’t things stay simple? There is no reason for this to complicate things. I toss my cell on the bed and groun in frustration. He can go to hell tonight. I am not going to reach out to him. He can come to me. What happened this afteroon was bad enough. Now, things have gotten worse. I need this fucking day to be over with
I hate fighting with Wyatt, especially when it could be prevented. I day off and pull on some pis. Another glass of wines required. A large one. I pour it out and take a seat on my soli My apartment feels empty and lonely. Is this how things are going to be when he doesn’t get his way? Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised since I know how much of a un
I give him the night to think, perhaps he will realise he overreacted and come to me. I can’t blame all of this on him. Rejection is not nice for anyone. I Should I have told him to give me time to think on it?
Did I tell m
God, I don’t know any more. I down my wine and pour another. I will regret it in the morning, but right now, I don’t care. It is there or tears. I don’t want to try when the clock strikes midnight. It would be a new day, and I am sure it can’t be any worse than today.
