Running Through The Garden

Anger

Stevie sat in her bed, her journal in her lap as she scribbled out her thoughts. Her breathing paused when the bed shifted, Don climbing onto it as she ignored him, letting out a deep breath.

She grew tense when he moved the strap of her nightgown off her shoulder, kissing her bare skin. She disregarded him, focusing on her writing.

"Stevie?" His kisses had traveled further, up her neck and behind her ear.

"What?"

He closed her journal, Stevie glaring at him for even daring to put a finger on it.

He attempted to move it and she pulled it back, opening it again.

Don sighed, falling back on the bed. "You said you forgave me."

"And I did."

"Then why won't you let me make love to you?"

"I'm not in the mood."

Don let out a heavy sigh. "You're never in the mood."

    "Why don't you go call one of your whores."

    "Jesus Christ! Stevie you said you forgave me."

    "It's going to take a lot more than just an apology Don. You slept with another woman, I'm not just going to open up to you."

      "You said you'd give me another chance."

    Stevie glared at him. "That doesn't mean I'm just going spread my legs wide open and let you do what you want."

     Don sighed, running a hand over his face. "You're being ridiculous."

   "If I'm so ridiculous why don't you just leave."

   "Are you serious?" He looked at her face, looking for any tell tale that she was joking. He couldn't find any and he gritted his teeth. "Fine."

    He climbed off the bed, reaching for his jeans as he tugged them on.

   "Where are you going?" Stevie questioned, watching him get dressed.

    "I'm leaving, just like you told me to."

   "That's not what I said Don, do not try to make me feel bad."

   "It's been two weeks Stevie! Two fucking weeks, I told you I was sorry."

    Her blood was boiling, tossing her journal down as she perched at the end of her bed. "Two weeks compared to five years that you completely disregarded when you decided to fuck someone else."

He didn't know what to say, his fists clenching. "I'm leaving."

Stevie rolled her eyes, settling back down with her journal. "It's what you do best."

"Fuck Stevie! I'm trying!"

"You going out and having sex with another woman is not trying!"

"We're already past this."

"We are no where near past this Don. I gave you another chance because I felt horrible, and the five years we've had together have been wonderful. But I don't think I can do it anymore."