Walking into Colby's house felt eerie. It definitely felt like the calm before the storm.
"Colby?!" I called out, my voice carrying throughout the home.
"Upstairs!" I heard him call out, a dreadful sigh leaving my lips as I grudgingly walked up the stairs.
I found him in his desk chair, sitting at his computer, leaning back as he looked towards the door.
"You wanted to talk?" I mumbled, Colby nodding, sitting up and turning his chair towards the door.
"Can you shut the door please?"
I gulped, nodding and closing it behind me.
"Are Sam and Kat home?" I asked, Colby nodding. "So that's why you wanted the door shut?" he nodded again and I sighed.
"Please sit down so we can talk"
I sat on his couch, my legs criss crossed.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He started, his jaw clenched and his arms crossed as he leaned back against the chair, staring at me.
"Tell you what?"
"Cut the crap Leighton. You moving, why didn't you tell me?"
"I'm sorry but if you're going to treat me like shit because your feelings got hurt, we're fucking done. You've been awfully snappy lately and I'm tired of it. I'm no saint, I know, but at least I try to apologize when I yell at you. Treat me with respect or I'm leaving"
I watched the knot of his jaw move, and I hated how intimidated I felt.
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We were meant to be equals and I hated how he was making me feel right now.
"I'm sorry" He apologized, acting like the words were bitter in his mouth.
"Try again when you fucking mean it" I grumbled, Colby looking like he was going to snap like a brittle tig in the winter at any moment. "I admit I fucked up, and I should have told you sooner.. but if you're just going to yell at me, then do it already. Get it out of your system. I'm tired of you acting like I fuck up on purpose. I get busy and I forget, I'm sorry" I apologized, wishing he could just understand that I felt like I was living in a constant whirlwind of things to do.
"Two months Leighton" Colby muttered, still glaring at me.
I hated this.
"I'm sorry! It's not an excuse, but you were also busy!"
"Doing my job!" he shot back, a pang of hurt hitting my chest.
