Rebel

Chapter 15: You Don't Own Me

It was no surprise at all that Danny was pissed when we got back to his place. He was slamming doors and cabinets and giving me the cold shoulder. I honestly didn't have the energy to ask him what the hell his problem was and open up a fresh can of worms. He was just going to have to sort it out with himself because I wasn't going to argue with him. The fact that I was just carrying on and ignoring him was only pissing him off even more.

"It would be nice to know that I'm enough for you!" he shouted from the kitchen, followed by slamming a few pots around. I kept my eyes glued to the TV even though I wasn't really paying attention to what was going on. I wasn't going to acknowledge him because he was being ridiculous. "One minute you act like you're done with wanting to live like that and the next, you're party planning!" he yelled in outrage. I sighed and decided to pay a little attention to his insane ranting and raving. "I'm just not gonna talk to you if you're gonna yell," I finally said back to him. I absolutely hated for someone to yell at me. We had already covered that when we were at the beach."You don't realize that I'm only looking out for your best interest." He folded his arms across his chest as he huffed. Hearing that caused me to snap."You don't fucking know what's best for me! You're not my father!" I yelled back. I shot up from the couch and quickly flew over to him. "You don't know how many times you've proven that you can't take care of yourself, Sydney! I'm trying to protect you and you basically want to swim with the sharks!"

I didn't know where all of this was coming from. He had admitted in the past that he can be a bit overbearing and it was really showing right now. It made no sense for him to be freaking out and lecturing me. "I'm a big girl and I can take are of myself, "I said, putting a hand up. I was trying my best to be the most level headed one between the two of us, but I thought we had gotten past all of the "somebody needs to save Sydney from herself", but I guess I was wrong."Are you going to go to a stupid party and get fucked up like you did every other time you've gone to a party?" My mouth flew open. I couldn't believe he took it there. I was angry and hurt because he was doing the same thing that Candace had done a few weeks ago. He was using my drinking and my problems to try and make me feel like shit.

"I told you before, you're mine and I don't want you around these assholes that run around all over the County trying to fuck anything with a hole," he said pretentiously. I stood there for a few minutes, frozen and trying to figure out if he was serious or not. "I'm not joking,"he said sternly. With that, I stormed past him and headed into the bedroom. I moved like lightening trying to gather the clothes that I could see. I stuffed them all into the duffel bag that I had taken with me to the beach and prepared to storm out. "You don't fucking own me and I don't have to put up with this bullshit!" I yelled. "I don't know what your fucking problem is, but I refuse to stick around and be talked to like a dog while you figure it out!" I yelled even louder. The smirk he had on his face only pissed me off even more. I gathered all of my strength and pushed him away from me as hard as I could. It barely moved him an inch.

"You're just so goddamn stubborn!" he added, sounding even more frustrated. "AND YOU'RE JUST SO GODDAMN CONTROLLING!" Controlling was the perfect word for him and his temper tantrum.

He didn't budge and his expression didn't change as he watched me walk out the front door and slam it behind me. He didn't try to follow me and that hurt a little bit, but I knew that after a few days, he would be in a frenzy trying to find me. I groaned loudly as I started off down the stairs. I stopped myself, wanting to scream at him again, but the thought of seeing his face again made me sick. "Have fun fucking yourself!" I screamed like a maniac. I flew down the stairs as quickly as possible in an attempt to get as far away from him as I could before breaking down.

Tears rolled down my face and I didn't know if I wanted to be angry or heartbroken. I didn't think I overreacted at all, but I was incredibly overwhelmed with emotion. My body was exhausted and I had done nothing but sit around all day before our screaming match ever started. I had never seen Danny act like that and whether he was being protective or not, I hated his guts because of the way he blew up on me.