Page 214 of Lilah
I glare up at him and his face softens as he looks over the tears on my face.
"The one person who's here for you is standing right in front of you, caring about how you feel," I keep my voice strong even though my face is crumbling, "and you take it out on me?"
"I might have let you talk to me that way before but I'm not doing it anymore," I poke his chest only once. Not twice like I usually do but once.
"I had reasons for keeping things from you and youknowwhat those reasons are so there's no point in bringing it up just to make yourself feel better."
"Youwill nottalk to me like I'm nothing," I warn him, "you might do that to other people butnotto me."
He remains quiet only looking at me.
Is this what it's going to be like every time he gets upset? Is he going to take it out on me?
Maybe we just need to take a ten-minute breather and come back?
I pick up my car keys and my jacket.
"Where're you going? You've got nowhere to go," he adds fuel to the fire and I feel steam coming out of my ears.
"You think I don't know that? I left my mom alone to stay here withyou," I wipe my tears angrily.
"But I'm sure she'd enjoy my company if I suddenly decided to join her," I know I shouldn't have said it but I'm in my last line of defense.
"Don't threaten me with that bullshit," he shakes his head, the glare still present.
Would I go up there with her? I don't even know at this point. I'm not regretting staying with Grey here but at the moment my heart is halfway through a shredder.
"Don't make me."
"So all this shit's my fault? You had no part, sticking your fucking nose in my business," he sends me a mean look.
What made him get like this?
"What do you want from me Grey?" I question, "Do you want me to not care about you or your feelings? You want me to not ask you aboutyouor how you're feeling?"
"Stay fucking out of it," he glares.
"I'm done," I slam my keys back onto the table. I can't stay out of it. It's impossible for me. I guess he doesn't get that.
I take off his sweatshirt and I throw it onto the ground at his feet. Next, I take off his shirt that I put on before taking my small nap. He watches me with no sign of a glare now.
I don't even care that I'm standing in front of him in just my bra and pair of shorts. I hope he gets a good look at me because he's only going to be reminded of this.
I rush into the bedroom and grab a random shirt that's mine, not his. When I walk back out he's still standing in the same place, looking down at his clothes that are on the floor.
I yank my scrunchie off his wrist.
"You need to take a while and figure yourself out before trying to figure having a relationship out. I'm not going to sit here and take you talking to me like this," I advise him.
"I've dealt with things like that too much in my life and I'm not about to continue," I add.
"Azalea," he says softly, "please don't-"
"I don't want to hear it Grey. We're done."
I don't think I could ever forget the look on his face when I said that to him. But It's true. We're done.
I care too much not to ask. And if he can't handle that then he's just not ready for a relationship. With me at least.
