"You did what?!"
I gnawed on my lip, avoiding eye contact, feeling like a little kid being scolded.
"Sorry?," I offered.
"Did you really think you would be able to hide something like that?"
"No, which is why I told you."
Michael ran a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth in front of me.
I was seated on my bed with legs crossed, watching him move from one end of the room to the other. "It's not a big deal, you know."
He stopped, throwing his arms out, exasperated. "That's how everything is with you, 'not a big deal', when really it is. God, you're so-"
"-I'm so what?"
"Impossible! The least you could have done was told me and I would have watched you two in case he did anything."
"Michael, just calm down. I don't see why you're getting so worked up about this. The park was 2 minutes away. I could have easily gotten away if I wanted to."
"You're 5 feet tall and he's 6, so I honestly doubt that."
"Do you doubt that or do you doubt me? I can handle myself."
"No, you can't. You're living with us for crying out loud. It's like you're a child with divorced parents. You'll eventually go back to him."
I wrung my hands together, head facing my lap. "Get out."
"What?"
"You heard me, Michael. It's not like you won't see me again. We live together."
I didn't look back up until I heard the door open and close, falling backwards onto the mattress.
He was the one being impossible. I could handle myself.
But then again, he was probably right about going to meet Evan without telling him. On the other hand, I could do whatever I wanted and didn't need his permission.
The thing about returning to Evan really fucking hurt. I didn't want to think about going back to that abusive piece of shit. He was manipulative and a guilt tripper and a liar so I wanted nothing to do with him.
I crawled under the blankets and slept for the rest of the day, considering how exhausted I was just after that argument.
The next time I woke up was when a hand shook my shoulder. My eyes shot open to see Luke standing in front of me.
"Why the hell are you sleeping? It's 9 pm."
Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes. "I was just tired."
He nodded. "Have you eaten today?"
"Yes. Can you leave now?"
"I- Okay."
He began to get up, but I grabbed his arm. "Luke, I'm sorry. That was rude."
He gave me a small smile. "It's fine, Cas. Goodnight."
I laid in bed for a couple hours, not being able to fall back asleep. Part of me wanted to confront Michael, but the other part wanted to give him the silent treatment just to show him how pissed I was. I decided on the latter.
Why should I confront him, which would end in me apologizing, when he was the one that hurt me?
When my eyes finally closed again it was midnight and he was still buzzing in my thoughts.
-
"That's really fucked up. I say you ignore him."
I nodded. "That's what I was thinking. Thanks, Mar."
