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|Communication|

com·mu·ni·ca·tion
kəˌmyo͞onəˈkāSH(ə)n/
noun..

The most important thing in communication is hearing what isn't said.

-Peter Drucker

Arabella Jersey

Arabella flopped down on her bed as soon as she stepped in her room . The long commute that was made was a complete waste of time, considering the fact that all her mother did was a write a check, and leave ,pretty much. Arabella was tired and happy to be home.

As she laid on her bed, she pulled out her phone to look at the pictures that she had took while visiting. There were pictures of the sunrise ,sunset, and of a beautiful white bird that she couldn't wait to go paint. Arabella's daydreaming was interrupted when she heard her mother and father talking.

"Where's Dominique? Its quiet in here. "

" I moved him out." Arabella then sat up, her interest peaked .

"Moved him where ,Daniel?" Her mother's voice was slightly agitated, she was probably prepared to hear of another fight.

"Out in the guest house. We never use it, and it prevents another accident like the last one to happen again. "

Arabella's eyes widened as she jumped up and went out her room door, she passed by her parents who were in their room talking.She swiftly made her way downstairs,through the house, and out the back door.

Arriving at the front door of the guest house, Arabella nerves were debating on whether she should turn around or not.

Meanwhile, Dominique sat in his room, staring at the ceiling . Once again boredom had hit him suddenly, and he felt like he was about to lose his mind, but once he heard light knocks on the front door he jumped up immediately , ready for any sort relief from the placid state.

Dominique opened the door to be faced with Arabella who looked nervous.

"What 'chu want?" Dominique was ,actually, surprised that she of all people would be at his door. Since she had never spoken a word to him ,following his arrival.

Arabella stared at him,unable to come across the solution on how she could make it clear that she wanted her stuff. "Just get it , and leave" A voice rang in her head.

So Arabella blew deeply, and pushed past Dominique, barging inside. "Aye, girl" He tried to grab her, but failed because she swiftly moved out of his reach . She headed towards the room where her paintings and were, which coincidentally was also Dominique's room.

Before she could actually go anywhere near her stuff, Dominique grabbed her arm ."What the fuck you think you doing? " His nostrils flared, and his grip tightened. Arabella tried to get his grip from around her,and when that failed she began to punch him in his chest." Stop putting your damn hands on me ." He growled.

Arabella pointed to the grip he had on her. "You want me to let you go?"He inquired. Arabella nodded with an irritated look on her face. "Then tell me why the fuck you busting in my room like you own it. "

Arabella pointed towards the paintings. "Them yours?" Arabella nodded .

"Then tell me that they're yours." Dominique smirked.

Arabella shook her head "no" .

" You saying 'no' to me?"

Arabella shook her head again, and tried to signal to him that she couldn't , but he rolled his eyes.