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Chapter Six - Don't Label Yourself

BLACK WIDOW

CHAPTER SIX
Don't Label Yourself

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I woke up to Connor bashing his fist on the front door.

I deadlocked it, so even if he was able to find and use his keys to get in, he couldn't get past a crack in the door.

Heading tiredly downstairs, I found his head between the crack in the door, panic on his face. "Riles, let me in. Come on..."

"Piss off." I walked over and pushed on the door to try and shut it.

He was far stronger and held it open and insisted. "Let me in, baby. Come on, we have to talk. I'm so sorry." He kept pushing on the door.

"Fine! I said. "Let me shut it to unlock it."

He finally let the door go, and I reached through the gap to take his keys out and steal them, then I slammed the door shut, swiftly locking it again.

Banging quickly started on the door again, making Titus whine in confusion and disturbance.

"What the fuck, Riley! Just let me in, are you serious right now?" He shouted, continuously banging his fist on the door.

I had no idea what to do about all of this... I just- I just needed some time. "Can you go stay somewhere else, Connor? I just need some time to think." I shout through the door.

I got no reply.

Nothing.

"Connor?" I called, wondering that maybe he already left.

Noise from across the room scared me. I turned around to see Connor climbing through the window.

"What are you doing?!" I stomp over.

He climbed in successfully and shut it. "What?" He shrugged. "You always forget to lock the windows."

I cross my arms. "Pack a bag. Leave me alone for the night, Connor. I need some time."

"Time for what?" Connor reached out.

I backed away. "Time to think."

He reached for my face again. "Think about what? You're going to break up with me over one night? A simple mistake? I'm fine now, Riles."

I pushed his hand away, disregarding for now it wasn't one night. It was multiple. It wasn't a mistake. "I don't know, Connor. Maybe."

His face fell. "You're actually going to break up with me? Riles..." His voice turned soft. "No one knows you how I do..."

I put my hands on my hips. "I know myself pretty well. I don't know if- I don't know what I'm doing, Connor. I just know that I don't deserve to put up with what you're doing. Tell me... Are you cheating on me? Where are you spending all of these nights out?"

His mouth parted. "Cheating? Riles... I sleep at a mates house. I'd never cheat on you, I know how good I have it at home."

His buttering up didn't seem to have the same affect right now. "Then why do you continuously treat me like a second option? The first being snorting fucking lines."

Connor groaned a little. "What are you talking about, baby? You're my first option, always. I'm just- I'm going through a rough time."

I shrug. "Then talk to me and not the fucking bottle, Connor."

He looked down in disappointment and regret, my heart squeezing a little with that look.

"Just- Look. I'm going to go train right now. When I get home, I don't want to talk. But you better fucking still be here." I went to grab my bag. "You can sleep on the couch for the night. We can talk tomorrow." And I left without a second look.