Gabriel and Breah

Chapter 14: Gabriel

I knocked on Breah's door, hoping she'd answer. I had woken up today, thinking my dream last night meant good things were going to be happening with Breah today. But then Colton had left her apartment for good an hour ago and sent me a text.

Weather report: no sunshine, tornado warning in effect, watch your balls

The door was flung open, and one very pissed-off woman was standing in front of me, bristling with anger. She was gorgeous in all her snarling splendor, and I wanted nothing more than to take her in my arms and just let the feel of her against me erase all of the bad from the last year.

"What do you want? Colt said it was all over so I didn't need a guard dog any more."

"Can I come in, Breah?" 

"No. You can tell me whatever it is you need to tell me and then, once you're done, you can just walk away. I'm sure your girlfriend will be happy to have you back home."

I clenched my jaw, trying to keep myself from pushing past her and forcing her to have a sit down. I was almost one hundred percent certain now that Breah and I would not be fucking on her couch in a few minutes, everything between us resolved. So much for my dream being a sign of good things to come. Why should I have expected this to be any easier than the shit show of a year that I'd been through?

"Breah, I get you're mad, but there was a lot going on, a lot in play that you don't know about. What I have to tell you is not public information, so I'd like to talk to you in private about everything's that been going on so you can understand what's happened."

"We don't need a private sit down for you to tell me about a secret girlfriend and a secret son and a secret love nest. I already know all that, and there's really nothing more to explain."

"There's a helluva lot more to it than that. And you're wrong about Heather being a secret girlfriend. If you'll let me come in, I'll walk you through everything."

"I already told you no. It's really not a hard word to understand, not like truth and honesty and openness seem to be for you."

"Breah, we're going to talk, and we're going to talk now."

"No, we're not going to talk, Prez. You know when we should have talked? At the beginning of our relationship. That would have been the time to talk. But you wouldn't, you didn't, and so now, when you want to make your explanations, believe me when I say it's way too late. Waaay too late."

With that statement from her, with the absolute shit I'd been wallowing in the last year, I was done. I snapped. I barreled through her partially open door, forcing her to step back into her apartment and I shut the door behind me. Then I locked it and threw the chain in case she decided to exit the building. It would at least slow her down.

Caging her against the wall with my body and arms, I leaned down into her angry face and laid some truths on her. 

"My patience is about gone, Breah. This is how it's going to go down. You're not going to keep pushing me away. Since you found out about this shit, I've had to let you think certain things are true that actually aren't, and now that I'm free to tell you all about it, you're going to fucking listen and then you're going to get over it and we're going to move on."

She moved to knee me in the balls, but I pressed in closer to stop her. When she tried to push me away, I wouldn't let her.

"Settle down, Breah," I snapped. I let her struggle for a few minutes, realizing this was probably going to backfire on me, but I was beyond caring. This woman was my life and I wanted her to know everything so she could begin to process all of the information I was about to dump on her and start moving ahead. I refused to accept that we were over; there was no way I was letting her go, and she was just going to have to come to terms with that.