A Search For Something More

Chapter 9: The Truth

The moment I am home, I slam the door of my room and plunge into my bed, immediately regretting it because my back still hurt. My parents are in the main living room doing their own thing so they didn't pay mind that I storm in and headed to my room. I take out my phone, grab my headphones from my bed desk and start listening to some music.

I let out a long sigh as the first song plays, but I don't feel any better just staying here and listening to music. As frustrated as I am about the whole thing, I also regret the way I yelled at Octavia and just up and ran away from her. My face goes from being one of frustration to gloom. I consider going back and apologizing, but I imagine none of them want to see me there - least of all Octavia.

I hear a loud knock on the door despite the volume of my headphones. I pause the music, got off my bed and open the door to find a very cross Octavia waiting for me.

"Hey, I-"

*SLAP*

I'm down on one knee holding my face after Octavia slaps me right on the cheek where Adagio punched me. I groan in pain as she let herself in and stand in front of me with her arms crossed. I hold out my free hand in defense as I spoke.

"Okay...okay. Yeah, that's - that's fair. I had that coming."

"That was exceptionally uncalled for, Rough Draft," She states firmly. "You were completely out of line!"

"Yeah, well in my defense it's not like I didn't have a point," I counter as I stood up.

"Point?! What point? All you bloody did was verbally attack Sunset Shimmer!" Octavia counters back.

"And that's not enough even after everything she's ever done?"

"Oh for heaven sake Rough Draft, you're acting like a complete child. You're being blinded by your bloody feelings over Sunset Shimmer to cloud your judgment-"

"Well it 'bloody' well wouldn't be the first time, would it?!" I snap.

"What in the world does that mean?"

"Augh! Just forget it!" I shout as I walk pass her and sit on my bed not looking at her.

For a few minutes, none of us say a thing. Then I hear Octavia let out a sigh and walk over and kneel in front of me, gently takes my hands and says calmly, "Look, Rough Draft, I know that you're angry with her and it's clear to me that you have a serious reason to be. But I can't help you if you don't tell me what it is."

"I thought we agreed that we'd hold off that discussion until I was ready to tell you." I point out.

"Well, I changed my mind." she answers. "I've seen you be nothing but venomous towards her and I really want to understand why. I want to help you with this...this...thing you have with her. You're my boyfriend and I care about you and that's why I need you to trust me. Please don't shut me out anymore."

I don't know what to do. I've held on to my anger for so long and I've been wanting to keep it private for as long as I could from Octavia until I'm good and ready, but at the same time, I think I have to accept that Applejack was right. There is no such thing as being ready.

With a sigh, I finally look into her eyes and reluctantly say "Alright. But please understand that you might think less of me after I tell you. I'm not exactly innocent in this story either."

"Well, I think finding you to be perfect died two arguments back and a nap during my concert ago." She says in a matter-of-factually tone.

"Heh. Can't argue with that." I say with a small chuckle. Octavia stood up and sat next to me waiting for me to start.