A Story To Tell | Book 2

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:::TERENY:::

I swear, I was minutes away from quitting almost every minute of my whole shift. I just wanted to be off and at home. When I saw the lights on outside of the house, I swear, right now, those double doors looked like the gates of Heaven. I couldn't wait to enter them.

Getting out of my car, I didn't even worry about rather the doors to the Impala was locked or not. I just wanted to be out of it and inside of the house.

As I entered the house, I thought I'd see Bruce in the living room watching TV or playing some game, but instead, he was in the kitchen, sitting at the table stuffing his mouth. I did text him during my breaks, but all I was getting was one word responses from him. I assumed he was probably mad at me because I didn't take that pregnancy test like he demanded me to do. But I was going to get to it. It's just that my mind had been everywhere else with this whole Tray thing and him wanting to be reinstated.

Sighing, trying to express how tired I was, I walked into the kitchen to give Bruce a good night kiss. Hell, I was too tired to eat. I didn't even want any food. And as I leaned into him to give him a kiss, he moved his head away, forcing me to kiss nothing but air. I yanked my head back, a little embarrassed and confused at the same time. I knew he wasn't that mad about a damn pregnancy test. This man has got some nerve to be mad at me for not taking a pregnancy test.

"Bae, I know you're not mad about me not taking that pregnancy test like you told me to." I say to him, pulling back. He looked at me with a straight attitude and looked back at his plate of scraps as if he didn't hear me. "Um, what is your problem? Do I need to go back out of that door so that we can try this again?" I ask him, sarcastically.

He didn't answer me. Instead, he stood up with his plate in his hand and walked over to the garbage can, dumping the scraps that he'd been eating inside and walked over to the kitchen sink as if I was invisible. Had I died at work and thought I was on my journey to home or something?

I stood there, watching him as he washed his plate, not bothering to look my way. By then, I'd dropped my purse and keys onto the kitchen table and folded my arms, staring a hole through the back of head. I'm sure that he could feel it, but just wasn't paying me any attention because he was too mad about whatever it is. I rolled my eyes and sat down at the table, watching him.

When he was finished, he clicked the light off, shining onto the sink and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me there. Now, I was pissed the fuck off that he was playing these kid games.

Standing up from the kitchen table, I followed behind him before he could walk up the stairs and grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him back from the stair rail, almost causing for him to fall. He yanked himself away from me with a look of rage in his eyes. I'd never seen him look this mad at me since last year when I lost my engagement ring.

"What the fuck is your problem, Bruce?" I asked him.

"Man, leave me alone right now." He said to me, turning away to walk back up the stairs. As bad as I wanted to grab him by his shirt again, he'd rushed up the stairs before I could grab him again. So I followed behind him and upstairs into our bedroom.

He took his shirt off and tossed it into the dirty clothes hamper, walking into the bathroom to start his shower.

"Dammit, Bruce, will you talk to me?!" I shouted.

"Why the fuck Martray writing you letters, Tereny?!" Bruce shouted to me, standing up straight. His words flung at me like a slap to the face. My heart had damn near exploded inside of my chest, almost knocking me backwards against the wall of the bathroom.