Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Small but Fierce

POV: Milo

I snuck out of bed, while she was still asleep. I went downstairs feeling restless, and started on coffee and breakfast. Maybe I should've stayed in bed with her and just waited to talk. Maybe I should've went to the gym to work out some frustration. Or maybe, I should've just fucked the shit of her last night. Ugh! I have no fricken' idea what I want, or how to solve this.

Obviously, I want her. I love her so much. Even when I'm pissed, I can't get myself to push her away. My entire body just told me to shut up and hold her last night. So I listened. And I'm glad I did, but what do I do with my anger? How do I tell her what stupid thing I did at Deliah's last night? She knows I'm mad at her, but my girl was brave enough to come and stay with me last night anyway. She trusts me, even when we're divided, which makes me feel a little better, I guess, and maybe a little worse. Maybe she still cares, even though it felt like the complete opposite yesterday.

I heard little feet coming down the stairs and I turned my back to avoid her penetrating eyes. Which was dumb, because I knew I couldn't avoid them for long.

"Morning." She spoke softly, and carefully.

"Good morning, angel." I returned, in a light but flat tone.

"Are we still talking?" She asked, biting her lip nervously.

"Yeah. Yeah, we're talking." I confirmed, calmly. "I just wish I knew what to say."

"You...kind of rejected me last night." She voiced, gently. "You've never done that before."

"It wasn't meant to be a rejection. I was just all over the place and exhausted." I explained.

"So, it wasn't a punishment?" She asked, genuinely.

"A punishment? No, baby. It wasn't..." I trailed off sighing, and walked quickly towards her with my arms out.

She fell into my arms, and I pulled her close, placing my chin on top of her head.

"I would never withhold affection or attention for a punishment. God, I'm so sorry that you thought that. It wasn't like that." I entreated her to understand. "I was upset. It wasn't about punishing you, it was about needing a break from the world and my own brain."

"Are you still upset?" She murmured into my chest.

I pulled away, and looked into her eyes, raising her chin with my thumb and forefinger.

"Yeah, Estella. I am. But that doesn't mean I'm going to try to punish you for it." I exclaimed, incredulously.

"Is this about Eric?" Estella asked.

"Yeah. It's about Eric." I snapped. "It's about being on crutches for a month. It's about getting fucking stabbed. It's about feeling like I'm not enough for you anymore. You'd rather spend your time with another guy, and I'm just the consolation cock at the end of the day."

"Whoa!" She exclaimed, her hand up towards me. "When exactly did you convince yourself of all of this crap, Milo?"

"I don't know, Estella!" I cocked my head, angrily. "Maybe when you never even bothered to check on me after my appointment. Or when you didn't come home, and you went to a party and never said a fucking word!" I clapped back.

"It wasn't a party, it was three friends and Eric." She argued, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter.

"Well, as long as you were with your other boyfriend, I guess that makes it okay then!" I spat, sarcastically. "Not sure how many times I have to say it, but I don't share!"