Red Rain [Jason Todd]

.55

After I finished vacuuming, I swept the wooden and tiled floors throughout the house. After that, I mopped those wooden and tiled floors.

Then I wiped down all the tables in the house, excluding the dining room. Ever since that day, I haven't been in that dining room since. Jason can clean that.

I clean up the two bathrooms, scrubbing the tubs and sinks, cleaning the toilets, wiping the mirrors clean -although no one ever used that second bathroom.

I throw away the gloves I used on the bathrooms and wash my hands before fixing the pillows on the couch, dusting off the TV screen before going into the kitchen.

I wash the few dishes in the sink and dry them off before putting them away. When I started wiping down the counters is when Jason grabbed my wrist from behind, making me jump hard and quickly turn around.

He hasn't scared me like that in a while.

"Okay, you gotta stop." He says and I scowl up at him.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because it's freaking me out. You've been cleaning like crazy for the pass four hours, Brielle."

"And you wonder why." I roll my eyes, turning around to keep wiping off the counters.

I was to keep off the thought of know in he's leaving for his flight to Argentina tonight, in no more than an hour actually.

"Relax, Baby Doll." He tries and I wiggle his hand away from my hip.

"Don't call me that." I mumble, knowing deep down inside I hated to say it because I loved when he called me his Baby Doll.

"You don't have to be this petty, Brielle-"

"I'm not being petty, I'm being honest." I reply, turning and looking back at him, "I told you that you could do whatever you wanted. Do what you needed to do, but I also told you that I wasn't going to pretend to be happy about it."

"It doesn't mean you have to act like you're looking forward to my plane crashing though!" He argues back, watching as I walk away to flip the wet towel on the edge of the sink.

I walk out the kitchen, only to be swung around by my wrist and slammed against the wall. I wince but take it, his green eyes full of determination and anger.

"I'm not leaving until I get a goodbye." He demands dominantly and I bite the inside of my cheek.

I look away from him without saying anything.

"Fine. And if I stay, I'm not going to Hawaii either."

I look back at him and glare.

"Yeah, I knew what you were thinking." He replies knowingly and I roll my eyes.

"Let me go." I demand lowly, and it takes him a moment to do as told. I push him further away before stepping off the wall and heading to the bedroom.

His large suitcase is packed and standing beside the bed I started to tidy up.

"So that's it? No goodbye, good luck, not even a kiss?" He asks behind me and I look up at him and narrow my eyes.

"Don't you have a plane to catch?"

He gestures his hand out to me, "And that's the pettiness I'm talking about!"

I huff softly and look at him and then he narrows his eyes at me.

"No. Don't you do it, Brielle." I slowly start poking my bottom lip out, "No, don't start that cute, pouty shit. I wont fall for it!"