The Stalker (SAMPLE! Published!)

4- He does love me

Benson stood outside the limo with a smile, holding the door open for Serenity. "Thank you, Benson," she said with a smile as she stepped into the limo. She was feeling excited to be going to the vineyard for a wine tour, but was more excited for the wine tasting. This was one vineyard she had never been to, and one she always wanted to see what their wine tasted like. The only thing bothering her, was Warren.

On the way to the vineyard, she couldn't stop thinking about how Warren had been acting, and wondered what possibly could be going on with him. She looked over at him with a puzzled look, and placed her hand on his thigh, "Can I ask you something without you getting upset?"

"Depending on what it is, I might have an answer for you."

She removed her hand from his thigh and looked down while folding her hands together, then twiddled her thumbs for a moment, thinking, and hoping what she was about to ask him, it wasn't going to cause him to flip out. She stopped twiddling her thumbs, and turned her head to look at him, wanting to see what kind of look he had on his face before asking what she wanted to know. "Are you in some kind of trouble?" she quietly asked, and after seeing how his expression changed, she wished she would have kept the question to herself.

"Trouble?" he asked, giving her a questionable look.

"Forget I even asked," she sighed. It was a response she figured he would give her, and by the look on his face, she wished she hadn't brought it up. She moved away from him, and moved closer to the door to look out the window.

He moved closer to her, and reached for her chin, turning her towards him. Curious as to why she would think he was in trouble. "Don't ask me a question, then turn around and say forget it. But if you want to know... No, I'm not in any kind of trouble. I'm not sure why you asked me a question like that, or why you would even suspect that I am?"

She looked him in the eyes, and saw darkness form over them, scaring her. She scrunched her eyebrows, and gulped while removing his hand from her face, wondering where that look came from. "Serenity... talk to me... why would you ask me such a thing?" he asked lowly, and calmly when he saw her expression change. "I've never been in trouble in my life."

"I was only asking..."

"And I'm asking, why you're asking me a silly question like that? Something is on your mind, and I would like to know what that is."

"Because, there's something different with you. You don't treat me like you used to, and now... now it seems like you're trying to buy my love, instead of giving me your love. You're different Warren..." she says, taking a deep breath, hoping this wasn't a start to a big fight. She still had a headache and wasn't in the mood for any voice raising, especially inside a vehicle. But there were things she had been feeling, and felt the need to continue speaking what was on her mind. "I get this strange feeling you're hiding something from me, and I feel it's my duty and right to ask... Warren, I'm your wife dammit, and if you're in some sort of trouble, I deserve to know."

He looked at her with hurt in his eyes, wanting to tell her what's been going on, but couldn't. He couldn't find it in his heart to tell her, and just wanted to enjoy the weekend he was going to have with her. "No, I'm not in any kind of trouble. Just extremely stressed out, wore out, tired, and now worried about you and what you're thinking. And now that you brought up divorce, it's got me feeling more stressed and worried."

She turned her head towards him, and gave him a mocking look, "Then explain to me why you've been the way you've been... look at you, you've changed your appearance, you have a scruffy look now when you were always clean shaven, your hair is longer, and..."

"And what?"

"And, you're just not you. I don't even know who you are anymore," she said sadly, looking away from him, and out the window sighing.