Liberation [completed]

Out in the Open- Mia

Asher's voice booms through the hallway and I was glad I was just at the door and not standing right in front of him cause my eardrums would have definitely burst. I could hear the anger and desperation in his voice just from that short question. 

I walk deeper into the house and Asher was standing in the middle of the living room, with his hands crossed over his chest and eyes wide with anger. He looked clean and shaven. He didn't look messy like all the other times he has come home this week. Maybe he got home early today. I could already feel myself thinking of falling back into the usual way of things. But NO! what he did wasn't right. I needed answers and a small childish side of me wanted to make him feel like how I felt. 

"I went to Hunter and Leah's house for dinner," I say emotionlessly and walk towards the stairs. I still wanted to throw myself at him and have him touch me but I knew I shouldn't and I didn't allow myself to step closer to him despite my heartache.

"I was worried about you! Why didn't you call me? Or leave a note? Didn't you think you should tell me at least?" He continues rambling and yelling at me.

I think I was tired of this bullshit that was going on my head. I was literally fighting with myself about the way I saw Asher. It was tiring and I felt myself wanting to give in already. "I don't have to tell you anything!" I snap back at him, "You aren't the boss of me!"

"You're living in my house!" He yells, "And that's the least you could do considering I sat here like an idiot worried sick about where you were!"

"Right, I'm sorry for keeping you from a night of sleeping around with any whore who would allow you to get inside of them!" I spit out allowing the venom coat each word completely and make sure he hears it. 

Asher gawks at me and walks around the sofa to me, "What did you just say?" He asks me in a low threatening voice.

He's standing right in front of me and I want him to touch me but I also want to push him away, "Leah told me about your...habits" I sneer at him and glare up at him, "The gossip blogs were also very descriptive: Enters alone, leaves with more than one at times" I quote to him.

"Mia, you have no idea what you're talking about" He hisses softly, and I knew I was threading a fine line here, but I wanted to push it. "Plus this is none of your concern. We were talking about you going out without telling me," he continues. 

I was so mad at him for what he did that I wanted him to feel at least a small bit of pain I had been feeling this week, "Screw off Asher! I'm an adult and I can do whatever the hell I want. I don't have to declare myself to you. You don't do it so I don't see why I have to do it either. And it's not like you even remembered I existed the past couple of days!" I say pushing against him and away from him.

"I was working damn it! You don't have to do it, but I do. I want to. I have to!" He says wrapping his rough, firm hands over my wrists and pulling me back closer to him.

I get distracted for a while when he touches me and I feel my heart sigh in relief and pleasure. I needed his touch. I craved it, but it was toxic and I had to get used to not feeling his touch so I try to resist him. I pull and I push away from him by pressing on his chest and I feel his heart beating rapidly against my hand, almost in synchronism with my heart.

"Yeah, I know the showcase! Were you ever going to tell me about it?" I ask him "You know what's so weird Asher? I found out so much about you when we were apart than I did when we were together" I tell him icily.

"You found out about me from people who don't even know me." He says hurt, "And you believed them. What if I did that Mia? What if I found your foster parents and asked them about you and believed what they said about you?" He says torn now.