Page 91 of Objection
“I just…” she sighed, exasperated, finally turning around to face me. “Can’t you please just try to understand?”
That was the hardest part. I did understand. I understood how she wouldn’t want to be in this house. I understood how she would want some space from the trauma that had happened to her.
“Okay. Just, promise me one thing?” I started after a long moment. “Please come back.”
“I promise I will come back to work, Soren.” She finished zipping up her suitcase and turned to leave. Without a word we walked down the stairs, me carrying her suitcase, her keeping her arms crossed tightly around her body in a protective nature. I wanted more than anything to take that feeling of danger from her and show her that she was safe here.
“Please don’t go,” I whispered, just as she was getting into her car. Her eyes met mine and what I found there, broke me. This was goodbye. In some way or another, this was goodbye.
I watched as she drove off out of the driveway.
I stood there on the front porch, completely flabbergasted that she had left. She actually left. I didn’t think it was for a few days.
With shaky hands, I pulled out my phone and dialed.
“Hey, I was just about to call and check in—”
“She left,” I uttered quietly.
“What?” Sam’s confusion was palpable.
“Posey left.”
“I’m on my way.” I dropped my phone back into my pocket and sat there. On the front porch, in the middle of the walkway with the door still open behind me. I didn’t give a single flying fuck.
Sam’s car pulled into the driveway. I’m not sure she even put it into park before she flung the door open and ran up to where I sat.
“Ren…”
She didn’t need to say more than that. The sound in her voice spoke volumes. What I feared had happened. Posey had left. Why, I had no idea, but did it even matter? She left.
“Hun, what happened?” She sat beside me after closing the door. I was grateful for the decent weather outside.
“What happened, Ren.”
“She left,” I murmured again.
“Yeah, I got that part. But why? Why did she leave?”
“I honestly have no idea,” I took a deep breath and released it.
“That can’t be true. What did she say? What reasoning did she give you?” she pushed.
“She said that she was going to her friend's house for a few days. That she needed time to think about…things. And that’s how she said it, pausing like that. What does that even mean?” Sam smacked my shoulder when I had finished.
“It means you’re dumb and you weren’t honest with her!” Sam scoffed.
“What do you mean? I never lied to her—”
“You didn’t lie, but you weren’t honest. Ren, that woman is in love with you. She loves you. And you love her. But let me guess, you are treating her just like you treat everyone else, keeping them at a distance and adhering to strict contracts only. No romance, no companionship.” The accusation stung, but it wasn’t entirely true either.
“No, actually! She’s not like everyone else. What we have isn’t like everyone else. We laugh together. We play. Not in the playroom. I mean we play in the kitchen while we are doing dishes. Being silly and being... I don’t know, it’s just different, Sam. We talk. Sometimes for hours. Sometimes not at all. And she lets me hold her. Hell, I even made love to her in my bed!” Sam’s eyes opened wide at my words. Then she smirked.
“You even said it yourself, you idiot,” she said with kindness.
“Said what?”
“Youmade love to herin your bed. In your bed, Ren. Tell me, who was the last woman in your bed? Be honest,” she all but demanded. I sighed, knowing the answer.
