Crazy Girl

“I’m tired of you saying that I don’t do shit around the apartment!” Oliver shouted interrupting any nagging that left my lips. “I’m tired of constantly doing things like feeding the dogs, doing the dishes, fucking cooking!”

My lip quivered but I fought back any tears, I refused to back down now. If I did I’d never get my point across.

“That’s not what I’m saying!” I tried to yell back but my voice came out a little over a whisper.

“Then what are you saying?” He all but screamed, catching me off guard. He saw the scared expression painted on my face and sighed before turning around and grabbing his keys. “I really just can’t right now, Sam.”

Before I could say anything the front door had slammed shut behind Oliver and seconds later all I was left with were the fading head lights from his car shining in through the windows. I stood by the windows for a few minutes trying to piece together what this meant. Slowly, I dragged myself to the bedroom and pulled off my top and jeans and put on an old pair of Oliver’s boxers; leaving myself in that and my tank top.

Laying on top of the duvet I played with my phone in my hands waiting on a text or call from Oli. What does this mean? How bad did I fuck up this time? Groaning in frustration I put my phone on the bedside table and turned off my lamp. In the darkness I was alone with my thoughts. I started to over think every detail before Oliver walked out the door. I remembered every fight until now and thought about how they were never this bad before. Was this it? Was it the last straw?

I laid with my head on my right hand, my left below my face. I didn’t know I was crying until moisture hit my hand and once I realized I was, I couldn’t stop. My breaths became faster, shorter, shallower and soon enough I couldn’t breathe at all. I was left alone, choking on my sobs.

Completely self-absorbed, I never heard the front door, let alone Oliver coming into the room. I jumped up, almost screaming as I felt the mattress compress beside me.

“Baby, it’s just me.” Oliver quieted me in a soft voice. I threw my arms around his neck and sobbed into his chest. He leaned across me and turned the lamp on before taking my face into his hands. “Why are you crying?” He frowned, wiping my tears away with his thumbs.

“Please. Don’t leave.” Was all I could manage to say.

Oliver laughed and I pulled my face away from his grasp. “Hun, I’m not going anywhere.” He intertwined his hand with my left and with his right played with the ring on my third finger. “This is the smartest decision I ever made. I promise I’m not leaving.”

“But—“

“But nothing. Sure we fight sometimes, but that doesn’t change how I feel at all.” He flashed me a smile before pushing himself off the bed. After pulling his shirt and jeans off and discarding them onto the floor he climbed back into bed beside me and waited as I got comfortable beneath the duvet. My body was still shaking and I tried my hardest to stop the tears. “Come here.” Oliver laughed again pulling me close to him and holding me tight.

“I swear to you, I’m gonna be by your side forever—like it or not.” He kissed my forehead and I rolled on my side, getting as close to him as possible.

“You better.” I sniveled.

“Crazy girl,” He chuckled.