"If it's easy, it ain't love."
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"What the fu-?" My mother yelled at the sight before us. Ronald stood in the middle of the opened double doors, in a hole riddled bloody wife beater. His pants had been torn a...
♫ ♬♪♩♭♪ Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty... I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life. I have envied a great many people who led difficult lives and led them well."-Unknown
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After I was met with nothing but silence I eventually found the strength to look up.
First my eyes turned facing the passenger window beside me, then toward him when I felt his grip loosen around my hand. His face was expressionless which scared me more than I realized. It was neither joyful or angered, he bore a somber expression which made me feel terrible. My heart beat had already accelerated to a point that I was becoming anxious just by sitting there and the car was quiet enough for me to hear spit roll down the back of my throat. I couldn't hide the hurt I felt when he took his hand back. It caused me to look away in shame. I cleared my throat of all the anticipation that was steadily building and looked toward him for an answer.
Oh how quickly the dynamics had changed...
"I'm sorry. I should have said something sooner but I just...I didn't know what to say or how to say it. But it wasn't anything like what you think. It was just dinner with his family." I offered, probably not making it any better.
When he still didn't respond, I felt horrible. My only choice was to sit and wait for whatever was next. When I looked to him again, he just sat there facing the windshield, eyes averted directly out of it.
"Dinner." Was the only word that escaped his lips after what seemed like an eternity.
'Yes, dinner.' Is what I wanted to answer so badly, but the words escaped me for fear that I'd already said enough.
His lips looked dry and his complexion had gone pale, and for as guilty as I felt I couldn't help but feel that he may have been the least bit dramatic.
"But why?" He asked, I could've swore I detected a bit of hurt in his usually unphased tone.
I silently contemplated an answer for several moments before realizing I had nothing. There was nothing I could say to justify what I'd done.
Though in actuality I really had done nothing at all.
"Answer me."
"Look-" I began before I was cut off.
"You just don't know how to contain yourself." He said matter of factly.
