Married At Nineteen

Chapter Forty

The journey was quiet, making me feel even more constricted in space. The atmosphere was too thick with nothing to slice through it.

Fixing my eyes on random images on the street as we blurred past, I quickly ran my hand through my hair with my head against the window. That was how I decided to remain until we arrived at my place.

Before I finally stepped out of the car, Chris was already at the gate with the keys in his hand. I stood astounded since I never gave him my keys. Then I reasoned that he had taken them from my bag, but why?

He made it inside with me following behind, totally clueless of his next action. Truthfully I didn't think I could get used to his angry side.

"Chris what are doing?" I inquired, finally fixing the air. But he replied my question with silence.

Once he made it to the room, something clicked. I watched with open mouth as Chris began packing some of my things into a duffel. I flushed with embarrassment as he opened my cupboard, taking out my more personal belongings.

"Chris stop it." I ran to his side, taking my things out of the bag. He dragged my hands out of the bag, taking the clothes back inside.

"What's your problem!" I yelled.

He turned and gave me the creepiest look I'd ever seen from him. "Nothing is my problem. You're just gonna do as I tell you to." He replied, going back to stuffing clothes into the bag.

" 'Nothing' is not the answer I need right now. I won't do as you tell me unless I understand why you are doing this?" I was exasperated.

"Not now Eddy. Not now." He said effortlessly, now standing close to my reading table and looking through my books.

I got out my clothes out of the bag, taking them back to the cupboard but he took them out of my hand.

"Eddy stop this!" He said, obviously annoyed with me.

"No you stop it. You can't do any of this without my full consent." I gestured towards all of the mess. "Why?"

I watched as his jaw tickled, my heart exploding at his expression. I stood my ground instead of backing away, not that it helped.

"We'll do that later. Now just help me out. We need to leave now." He said, backing away and turning around to continue what he was doing.

That alone was what I needed to hear to calm my exasperating nerves. I picked up my clothes and shoved them into the duffel, zipping it up after. I helped him put my recent books into my backpack, not forgetting my devices.

He needed to give me the right explanation for this if not I would head back home with immediate effect. I didn't think I would be able to share the same roof with him at the moment.

Putting my things into the car, he got in and revved the engine. In a few minutes we were on the street, the atmosphere so thick and solitude. Half way to the estate, he started rasping.

"Why on earth did you get into a fight with her?" He rasped. I gaped at him in disbelief. What?

"You're on her side? You believe her." I exclaimed angrily.

"It doesn't matter whose side I'm on. If I didn't get there in time, who knows what she would have done?" He shot me an angry look.

"Oh my God. You took me all the way from my apartment to accuse me? Of what? Your ex because she suddenly showed up out of nowhere?" I felt sick to the stomach.

"That's not what I mean-"

"And what are you giving yourself credit for huh? I would have still survived but thanks for your help anyway." I scowled. He kept mute for a long time and I was so grateful for that than ever.