At My Wit's End

Ch. 13 A Visit.

A/N: I hope everyone had a safe and happy holiday :) Thanks for sticking by me and this fic these past few months :)

Carly's POV

I could hear Wyatt still calling out to me, even after I rounded the corner. Whatever was going on in his head that made him think that I still wanted him, he really needed to get it checked out. Looking back at my sad excuse for a relationship, he had been incredibly possessive of me. We could only hang out with our friends, he never approved of anything I ever wore in public, and I was always being accused of talking to other guys behind his back. It was never true. And now that I was involved with someone else, he wanted me back. It was like watching a spoiled little brat in the sandbox at school who always bullied everyone and took their stuff.

Wyatt knew where I worked, so that was the only downside to this situation. I could run in these heels all day, but it didn't matter. He was still going to find me. I walked back into the office building, and let the front security know that if anyone with Wyatt's description came inside, to turn him away. Thankfully, we had a security guard on the scene, mostly because of crazy parents coming in that we had encountered in the past.

Finally! There was my desk! At long last, I could sit down in peace and eat my lunch. I had to call Marshall though, because I just really wanted to him to know about Wyatt. I tapped his name on my screen with my finger and waited for him to pick up.

"Hey baby, I'm uh kinda busy at the moment. Can I call you back?" I heard his sweet voice say on the other end of the phone.

I tried not to sound disappointed so that he wouldn't get upset, but I just couldn't help it. I was disappointed. I wanted my boyfriend's attention, especially since he was further away from me than I liked. Maybe I was being selfish, but I was just a little scared when I thought about the idea of Wyatt begging and begging me to get back together with him.

"Yeah... Sure. I'm sorry for bothering you."

I could feel him hesitate through the phone and then heard him tell someone he had to take his call outside. After some shuffling noises and a door closing, he was back.

"Carly, what's wrong?"

I sighed and tried to recap my day to him the best I could without breaking down.

"I came into work this morning and everyone was staring at me like I had the plague. My super creep of a boss threatened to fire me if I ever embarrassed the agency because I'm dating a celebrity. Violet couldn't meet me for lunch because she's dealing with wedding crap. And to top it all off, Wyatt bombarded me on the street and keeps saying that he wants to take me to dinner and that he wants me back. I told him no a million times, but I don't think he'll take no for an answer."

At that point, I could feel a tear fall from my eye and onto my desk. I wore my heart on my sleeve a lot of the time, so I could try to be strong and hold back the emotions as much as I wanted, but that wasn't who I was. When it came to Wyatt, there was always an overwhelming sense of anxiety. You could never be sure of what was to happen.

I was starting to sound like Cher Horowitz from Clueless, whining about too many first world problems.

"I'm sorry for calling you and crying like this, but I just really needed to vent."

"I'm seriously going to fuck that guy up if he doesn't leave you the hell alone, Carly. I'm dead fucking serious right now," Marshall growled on the other end of the phone. I could tell that he was genuinely mad, which upset me and turned me on for some reason. I guess it was upsetting because I didn't want to get him involved with my bullshit Wyatt baggage, but it was a major turn on to hear him getting all worked up to protect me.