I NEVER KNEW MASHED POTATOES could help a woman get her feelings out. I took all of my anger and frustration and mixed the potatoes in the pot, swearing at random moments and groaning. My body was trembling with anger and I wanted to find Harry and dump this entire pot of mashed potatoes on that perfect head of his. He left almost an hour ago, saying he was going to talk to Jillian and he would be back soon. It was pretty obvious he was mad about me filling out the application to work with Olivia and her family but I still did not understand why he was so mad. If he thought he could control every aspect of my life, he was wrong and he needed to get his mentality checked. I groaned again and some of the potatoes went flying out of the pot. I left the spoon in the pot while I got a paper towel and cleaned up my mess, cursing Harry for making me so angry.
I knew I was wrong for asking for the application in front of him. I was just too excited about the job that I forgot to consider his feelings; however, I had apologized. Still, he was mad at me.
"You shouldn't have done that," he had told me.
"I can pay for everything you want. You know this," he had told me.
"Why would you ask for the application after I told you I could help you? That wasn't right," he had told me.
"Do you not trust me? Good Lord, do you not have any faith in me? Let me help you," he had told me.
Words after words after words that only made me feel worse about my predicament.
If I had said anything back to him, he would have shut up and continued the drive back to the house.
If only.
He wanted a one way conversation—one where he was the only one speaking—and I allowed him to have at it.
It was rare for me to see him that angry.
So when the bomb exploded, I waited it out to see if I would survive.
And I barely made it out alive.
I did not say it to his face, but I refused to depend on a man when I could handle it myself. I wanted this job so I could hurry up and get out of his hair. I knew I was becoming a burden but he was not saying anything about it. I never told him how I caught him looking in the guest bathroom, muttering words under his breath. I wanted to give him back his space and I wanted to know what it felt like to live on my own again. Even if we did become official, we did not have to live together to prove our love. I was not going to tell him this now, though, because of his boiling anger. He thought he could help everyone in the world—be their hero.
But some people did not want to be helped.
I had to admit, moving in with Harry was a wonderful idea. He charged me a much cheaper price for rent and I had been saving up. Soon enough, I was going to have my own money to have my own place. Harry could come visit me there and I could always come back and visit him. We could go out like we did today. I smiled at the thought and opened the oven to check on the baking chicken. The skin was still not the golden brown I was looking for and I closed the oven back, deciding to check on it again in five minutes. My phone sat on the kitchen table and I went to it, turning it on to see if I had any unread texts or missed calls. I frowned when the only text I had was a text reminding me that my phone bill was due in a couple days.
Money. Money. Money.
Why did it not grow on trees?
I took my phone to the stove with me and I went back to stirring the potatoes. They were finished now but I had to keep myself busy. I wondered how Harry was taking things with Jillian. Was he being gentle, caring, too good to be true? Or was he being the complete opposite—straightforward, obnoxious, rude? I rolled my eyes and sat my phone down on the counter. I knew he was being nice with her because he cared about her feelings. If I were in his position, I would be more than nice while letting her go gently. I would not want someone I love leaving my life in such a bad way. I wanted to be able to feel understanding after they left. I wanted to be able to understand where they were coming from, why they suddenly wanted out. I leaned against the counter and exhaled slowly. I suddenly felt as if Harry and I were committing a horrendous crime. I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth.
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Candles
Fanfiction[C O M P L E T E D ✓] They were curious. They both had their own share of secrets. He was a man living in the present. She was a woman living in the past. He was a candle, ready to see everything she was keeping in the dark. And she was the w...
