Intoxicated Nights

I Hate You - Chapter 41

DAPHNE

It's been a couple of hours that I've been sitting outside watching the trees sway.

My head is empty. I don't know what to think about. It's a weird feeling that I can't seem to explain, but you get it.

'Ange'

I don't turn around. Why would I? I already know who it is. All I'm wondering is what he wants. He's been doing a great job at ignoring me, now all there is between us is tension.

He sits on the chair next to me without saying a word, two can play the game at that.

'How are you?' He asks as if I'm a visitor he hasn't seen in ages. He knows how I am and he knows how I feel, so why ask?

'Good.' I lie. Seems like it's all I'm good at lately.
'I am glad' he clears his throat before giving me another round of silence.

I can't take this no more.

'I'm going back home' I say. Why am I even letting him know? He doesn't own me, he doesn't need to know that I'm leaving, but still, I let him know regardless because a small part of me wants him to know. Maybe with hopes that he gives me a reason to stay. To maybe explain why he's been acting so cold towards me.

Finally, he turns his gaze to me. He hasn't given me a full eye contact since I came here. Somethings wrong or maybe I'm just delusional in thinking he would never treat me like this.

'Is that what you want?' He asks as if he's giving me a choice.

I scoff at his reply and shake my head. All I can do is look away. Looking at him only creates rage in me.

'Yes..' I reply. Short and snappy.

It is what I want. I want to leave. It's not like I won't see him again, I will. He always finds a way to come back into my life no matter how much he doesn't want me.

'You can't leave' he sniffs, slouching back on the chair confidently like it's his last word to me.
'It's not for you to decide. I will leave.'
His nose flares up and his eyebrows furrow.

I wait for a response from him but all he does is stare into the distance. Is this really how he's going to act after ignoring me ever since I returned to this darn house?

Why is it that everytime I come to this house, something bad has to happen. There is never peace for me in this house. Maybe the spirits of this house want me to leave?...well they surely succeed each and every time.

I take in a deep breath and keep my composure. I am not about to argue with him over leaving, we keep going around in circles anyway.

'I have a job to return to, and a home. Staying here, doing nothing all day is not for me anjel.'
'A lot of women would wish for this life' he says coldly.

Is he for real right now? His tone and his attitude? I don't think he understands what I'm trying to say. He's being the biggest dickhead and I have no idea what's gotten into him lately.
'I guess so, but I don't want it.' Rolling my eyes, I stand up and go upstairs to my bedroom. I don't understand him. One minute he acts like I'm invisible the next he's asking me to stay.

Throwing all my clothes in the duffel bag I scan the bedroom for the last time to check if I forgot anything. I didn't bring much so I'm good to go.