Fighter

Chapter 51: Don't Push Me Away

It took a while but eventually she came out of her room, holding her gym bag around her shoulder. I pulled her into a hug, and she let me for a little bit, but pulled away, she couldn't even look at Tommy but we both understood how hard it was. I offered to drive her but she insisted on walking, I sighed, giving her her house keys and one last hug, I also made her a protein shake, she loved those things. Then she was out the door and gone, and I swore if I saw Dana ever again I would knock her out.

Tommy got off the couch holding a bottle of whiskey, looked like he didn't sleep at all last night, his eyes were red and tear filled but he hid it so well I could barely notice it. I walked up to him as he angrily stared at a wall I pulled the alcohol away from him gently but it was empty anyway.  "Tommy?" I whispered placing my hand on his arm.

"Nothin'" he pulled away getting himself some water. I walked in front of him.

"Stop that, please Tommy stop." He stared at me, not knowing what to say, he was hurt...

"Just a bad fuckin' dream alright?" He spat like I wouldn't understand ptsd, like I didn't know how he felt. Waking up and wanting to kill someone, waking up and fucking crying because you could see their faces so clearly... The blood on your hands, the sounds of warfare. "Look, about uh, that night..." He started, changing the subject. "I don't want things to get bad between us, Naomi... I know we'll see each other around..."

"And what i'm supposed to act like I don't care about you now? You've been living in my fucking house for six months now!" He looked at the floor shuffling his feet, chewing on his toothpick thoughtfully. "You want me to act like its nothing to me too, Tommy?" I looked at him, if that's what he wanted that's what I'd do.

He looked up at me like I had just shot him, and it made me angry. So he was allowed to not care, but he wanted me to. HE WAS SO FUCKIN' FRUSTRATING. "What do you want from me?!" My voice rose, spreading my hands out in front of me, he didn't say anything, just looked at me.

"Naomi-"

"Fuck you, Tommy" I hated him for making me want him, I hated him for making me feel anything like that towards him at all, I stormed off onto the balcony, leaving him alone in the house.