Sealed With A Vow

Chapter 4- Jerk Times Two

"Where the hell have you been?", Derek demanded with his arms crossed as he glared up and down at me.

"Out," I replied in a cold tone, pushing myself past him when he suddenly grabbed my arm.

"Answer me!", he ordered, raising his voice.

"Don't touch me!", I snapped, yanking my arm free of his grasp.

I threw my purse on the coffee table then collapsed onto the couch, avoiding Derek's eyes, which were boring into the back of my head.

"Why didn't you call?", he asked in a calmer tone. I immediately turned around to face him.

"Since when did you care about my whereabouts?"

Derek let out a frustrated sigh, running his hands through his hair before placing them on his hips. He looked extremely tired, but I couldn't care less.

"You know, if something were to have happened to you, the first person your mother would blame is me."

"Oh my god, I am not a child!", I yelled, standing up so that I was right in front of him. And to this day, I still felt short compared to my husband, even in heels.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?! It's fucking two in the morning and you just got back! I've been sitting here for two whole hours waiting for you to come home!", he lashed out.

"Well then why didn't you call me?!", I retorted.

"You left your stupid phone at home," he said through gritted teeth, clenching his jaw.

Whoops.

"So what?! I never have a clue what time you come home everyday, and when it's my turn to leave the house, you act like this," I pointed out, my blood boiling.

"You could've at least made me dinner."

That tore it.

I began taking my heels off in an angry manner then threw them both at his chest, leaving him absolutely speechless as he stood there with his mouth hanging wide open. I had never been this furious before my entire life.

"I am not your damn servant! Haven't you ever heard of take-out?!"

I grabbed my purse and stormed past Derek, heading upstairs. He immediately followed me and I groaned, rolling my eyes in pure annoyance and rage.

"You know, you kind of look like a hooker right now," he remarked.

My body instantly froze which caused him to collide into me. I swore, it was like he was waiting for me to just kill him or something. I spun around and my eyes shot daggers at him as I opened my mouth to speak.

"Excuse me?! At least I don't go around sticking my dick into every single freaking girl on this planet!"

That's right. Give him a taste of his own medicine.

I quickly ran up the rest of the stairs and stomped to my room, mentally plotting ways to rid him of this earth.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!", Derek's voice boomed as he caught up to me.

I slammed the door in his face and locked it, not wanting to hear a single word my sorry excuse for a husband had to say.

"Claire Weston, you open this fucking door right now!", he demanded.

"Leave me alone!", I screamed, on the verge of breaking down.

Don't cry, he's not worth it. Who cares about anything that man says, my inner conscience told me.