How about You Show Me

How about You Show Me (fem version)

You burst through the door of your and Ghost's house, steam blowing from your ears. You angrily flung your belongings everywhere while swearing under your breath. Hearing the door open and slam even harder, you didn't have to turn around to know it was Ghost, who wasn't too far behind you. And you didn't even want to be in the same room as him right now.

He watched irritated at you messing up their house. You were mad, he knew that. But, of fucking course, you didn't tell him why. The only thing he got from you was saying you wanted to go home, silence the entire car ride, and an obvious scowl on your face. When he tried to touch you or talk to you, a cold shoulder was given. The thing that ticked Ghost off the most was how your eyes avoided his. The way you refused to even acknowledge him, your bf. He tried to hold back from snapping at you himself.

Now he watched you, without even batting him an eye, turn around quickly to head to the bedroom. You went to move past him and "accidentally" shove him with your shoulder. He grunts and feels the string of patience within him strain.

Following you quickly, he calls your name.

"What?" You snap back as you occupy yourself with cleaning up your dirty room. Avoiding Ghost's gaze, he continues as calmly as he can and ask, "Is something wrong, love?"

"No, nothing at all." Fat ass lie

"Are you sure," ghost probes, "It seems like you're mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad?" Deflecting his questions wasn't going to end well. You were being petty, and it was pissing him off. He tries one more time to ask you calmly. It doesn't sound like it, though, when he growls, "If you're mad, you have to tell me why, so we can discuss and work it out." Normally, using his stricter voice would make you surrender, but not this time. You couldn't believe what he did.

"There's nothing to discuss or work out." You say as you try to exit the bedroom. You're almost out the door when you feel a rough hand grasp your wrist. Before you can grunt at Ghost to let go of you, he's throwing you to the bed and kicking the door shut behind him. You land, sitting on the bed with a bewildered look. "Fuck are you doing, Ghost?"

"Cut the bullshit, sweetheart." He snarls. His eyes glare at you menacingly, and you challenge them with shooting daggers of your own. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about, sweetheart." You mock.

The tension in the room was deafening.

"How about you stop being a spiteful, little shit, and tell me what's wrong." He says in a mockingly sweet tone. "Or maybe... you're just being crazy." Oh, hell no.

You must have seen red because the next moment, you were up in his face. "Crazy?!?!" You yell. "You know what the fuck you did."

"I fucking don't because I'm here asking you!" He yells back.

You then go into great detail about the event that went down right in front of you. Ghost and you were spending the evening at a local bar. Everything was going fine when you spot a woman walking up to your boyfriend. She was way too touchy right out of the gate and laughed way too hard at whatever the fuck Ghost said to her.

When you saw the way her hand landed on his forearm while laughing, your blood boiled. Your hard gaze burned holes into her back and Ghost's head before turning your attention to the bourbon whiskey you ordered. Downing it in one gulp, you approach the both of them and say without looking at the woman, "We're going home, now."

And here you were, at home having a heated argument with your significant other. The perfect way to spend your Friday.

"You were flirting with her," you accuse, "you let her fucking touching you."