Thief (n.g.)

Chapter 67

Nash and I now stand in the kitchen as I do the dishes and he leans against the counter shirtless.

"So I guess this is a black or white thing... is it me or him?" Nash ask hesitantly.

"You, Nash, of course it's you." I say angrily. "I'm fucking weak! You fucking messed me up, Nash! And now I'm trapped damn it!" I throw the fork and butter knife in my hand to the ground in frustration.

Why? Why is it him? Why is it always Nash that I bounce back to? Why the thing that hurts me most is the thing I desire even more?

I take a deep breath. "Why did I just do that?"I say quietly to myself, picking up the silverware. "Now they're dirty again."

I walk back to the sink and start the water. Two arms wrap around my waist, I abruptly push them back.

"Stop it." Nash tells me calmly. "I don't like you when you're like this."

"Well maybe if I stay this way you will leave me the hell alone!"

He clears his throat. "Thanks. That feels freaking fantastic!" He scoffs.

"Oh so Hamilton knows what feelings are now?"

"Yeah I do, at times they're amazing, and other times they suck, like now. If you loved me you would be decent enough not to say shit like that."

Love? Hamilton is lecturing me about love?

"Don't lecture me about love! In fact take some of your own damn advice!"

  He takes yet another deep breath but the exhale is wobbly. "You're almost as good at breaking my heart as I am yours." his voice shakes.

I look towards him to see red eyes with blue orbs. He shakes his head and walks out the room.

Don't feel bad, he deserves this. He hurt you remember. But you love him. He still hurt you. Love is stronger than ego, revenge and hate.

I sigh and quietly enter to living room. Nash sits on the couch teary eyed.

"I'm sorry. I was frustrated."

"I know baby, I'm sorry too." He says still holding back tears.

He motions me to come closer. I do so. He hugs me tight and sobs.  It's so odd that Nash cries. I mean, I know he did, every one does, but I've always saw Nash so strong that I never thought I would actually see it.

I move his arms from my waist and sit next to him. His tears start to slow. I wipe them away.

He clears his throat while standing. "Uh, sorry."

"For what showing feeling?"

"I guess."

"A relationship isn't much of a relationship with out feeling."

"Sure." He shrugs. "I'm gonna go home baby, I really want to get in some different clothes, and Brenna was freaking out because I never came home last night."

"Okay." I nod in agreement. "I clearly have some things to do myself today."

Nash nods. "I'm gonna go get my stuff."

He goes upstairs as I go back to the kitchen and dry off the two eating utensils and place them into the drawer. Nash enters the kitchen with his plain white t-shirt and his blue top shirt in his hand.

"In leaving now." He tells me.

"Okay."

"Bye..."

"Bye..."

No sooner than those words are spoken it he front door is shut.

_*_