-Unhealthy Obsession-

.12. Silent Treatment

Mia

The next day, I didn't feel like talking to him. I don't know why, but I was just fuming with anger whenever he even came into my mind.

I would just clench my fists. I wanted to bash his teeth in. I felt like I could do it too. But, if that plan ever backfired, I'd be dead meat so I just kept being angry to myself.

Andrew walked into the kitchen shirtless. I didn't even glance at him. I tried my best to eat my cereal, on the counter, in peace.

"Good morning, princess." he smiled sleepily. He walked over to where I was but I stuck my feet out so he was legs length away.

His dark eyes narrowed and he pushed my legs down but I put them back up.

"What's wrong with you?" he almost spat bitterly. I narrowed my eyes back with a shrug and looked back at my bowl.

"Mia. I want a verbal response." he growled, gripping onto my leg. It didn't hurt so I just continued to ignore him. I didn't want to utter a word to him.

It was silent for a moment and I was finished with my cereal and set the bowl beside me. I hopped off the counter and washed my bowl off as Andrew watched my every move.

When I started to leave the kitchen, thats when he grabbed my arm and reflexively I yanked my arm away from him.

I swallowed, worried what he'd do but didn't turn back to look at him.

"Mia. What. The. Fuck." He growled again. "Don't you ever pull away from me again. Now tell me what the hell is wrong with you!"

I didn't know which one was more sassier: not look, or to look and walk away.

Deciding with the first, I started stepping away from him, kinda scared of what his face would look like.

Andrew ran in front of me and when I tried to walk around him he continued to block me.

"So-so-so what?" he stuttered angrily. "You're just...you're just gonna give me the silent treatment?!"

I looked away to confirm.

"What the fuck!" he snapped. "No way! Say something!" he tried to look at my face but I closed my eyes. I couldn't see him but it was silent. "F-f-fine." he spat in a quiet voice. "fucking whatever. Be that way. You can't ignore me forever." and with that he stormed off.

Watch me.

Once he slammed his door shut, I sighed in relief. I did it! I got under his skin! Doesn't feel too good when you don't get your way dosent it, Andrew?

I proudly went to the bathroom to do my daily routine. When I got out, with a towel wrapped around me, I went to my room to get changed. I shut the door and looked in the closet, grabbing more revealing clothes so I could make Andrew even more angry.

I put on a tank top and spandex, putting my hair in a messy bun. I walked back out of my room and sat on the couch, one leg tucked under me, and started to watch TV. I don't know how long it was but, maybe after and hour, Andrew finally came out his room, with a shirt on.

As he walked into the kitchen, he grabbed a water out the fridge and turned around to see me. He froze for a second. I could almost see him out the corner of my eye. I think it was working.

I heard him say something under his breath but then he started walking towards the couch. He sat down next to me and held his left hand out.

"Remote," he said. I could now see him fully out the corner of my eye but I didn't show him that. I continued to stare at the TV. "Mia, god damnit, give me the remote."