Jurdan(Modern) roomates

The dishes

Nothing really changed after that little encounter. The same fighting and bickering as always.

Jude's POV:

"Jude! Why the fuck are there dishes in the sink?! This is my apartment! You can't leave ten dirty dishes in the sink, drop glass, and not clean it up! This place is an absolute mess!"

I sigh. "More of a mess than the other day?"
"Yes"
"Well since you like to always mention that it's 'your apartment' then why don't you clean it?"
"Jude, for Christ's sake! Please just do these simple things. It's not that hard"

I rise from my seat at the couch and walk over to him, until my face is inches from his. "No" I say. His expression turns murderous. I side step and walk past him. Strong hands wrap around my waist and pull me until my back is resting against his muscled front. He removes one hand from my waist and brings it to my jaw, his be-ringed fingers turning my head slightly to look at him. His crow black eyes glinted. His raven curls falling slightly over his forehead and eyes.

His mouth is close enough to touch. "You're going to listen to me Jude. The only reason I accepted you of all people to come and live in this apartment with me is because you sounded desperate. There were 3 other people that also applied to that post. Remember you aren't irreplaceable. And I will kick you out if you don't start cleaning your act. Do you understand?" Each word was laced with bitter venom.
I didn't respond
"Do. You. Understand, Jude darling?" He whispers in my ear.

I nod and let out a small whimper. He loosens his grip on my jaw and waist at the sound and moves back. I stare at him for a moment, tears forming in my eyes. "I- I-" my words come out stuttery. "I- I understand" I wanted to say something snarky, like 'yes your royal assness' but I couldn't, his words had hit home and it hurt. I turned away as a tear streaked down my cheek. Hopefully he didn't see it. I hear movement as he takes a step towards me. Then he stops. A slight sob escapes me before I walk down the hall to my bedroom.

Carden's POV:

As soon as I saw the tear run down her cheek my anger dissipated, remorse and the urge to say sorry filled it's place. I didn't mean those things. I wouldn't kick her out, I know she has nowhere to go. And as much as I hate her messy habits and love to complain about them, I think I took it too far today.

As she turned I had taken a step towards her and  reached out my hand, then dropped it back. I didn't know what I could say that would make those awful words hurt less. So I let her walk away.

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