Richard Speight jr. / Gabriel Imagines

Pleasant surprise • Richard

This one is requested    ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"Why can't I go with you? I'm always stuck in here, with the dumb books I've read millions of times, cleaning the house to make myself busy and waiting for you to come home! It's not fair!" You almost yelled while complaining. Rich had told you he's going to an unexpected meeting and then right to convention. He was supposed to go in a week but had gotten quick call and has to fly away just this evening.

Richard was frantically walking from a wardrobe to the bed where his suitcase laid, half full with clothes. "Honey, I've told you I would't have time to be with you. I'm helping with preparations and I myself wish to be in two places at at once. And then I'd be worried you are bored, or you get lost or-" he cut himself off mid sentence, shirt in his hands staring at it.

"Or what Rich?" you asked getting closer. He didn't respond just looked up at you. You got his point eventually, and closed the space between you two. Your hand reached to the shirt he was holding and tossed at his suitcase. "Richard I would never do anything like this. Never. It hurts that you think I would."

"I didn't say you would do it it's just the feeling when I'm not with you and I don't know what you are doing. And I've met some individuals at the cons..."

You crossed your hands on your chest, "What the hell Rich? You think I don't feel the same when you go away? When you spend month or more away in various hotels, meeting dozens of women? Don't-," you stopped him with raising your finger when he was about to say something, "You think I'm calm in here? Just sitting around not thinking about you? I can feel the fucking walls getting smaller when I'm stuck in here alone!" You spread your arms angrily, backing away with one step.

"If I went with you and you were worried what I do when I'm not with you, it's the same when you are away and don't know what I do at home. Alone."

Richard furrowed his brows and pointed his hand at me then himself. "Is this your way of saying you are cheating on me?" he said bluntly and raised a brow.

Your hand rose up with fury and swung towards Richard's cheek but stopped right before his face.

"Do it. I know you want to." He egged you on.

I frowned, "Fuck you Richard. I hope you find a nice shag because you won't see any of this anymore!" your finger circled your body then you stormed out of the bedroom, right to the garage. You took the car keys hanging on the wall, sat into and started your car then drove off to... anywhere you end up.

Richard stood petrified by what you said. He hated this. He hated your arguments. But you are so stubborn sometimes and it's usually you who starts arguing but he is always the one to end it. This time it was bad ending. He hated going to cons when he knew his departure would end up like this. "You fucked up Rich."

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When you parked your car back in the garage it was around midnight. You had been driving around for some time, went for McDonalds then to the shop for ice cream, crisps and some alcohol. You grabbed the full bag and entered your house.

It was dark and dead silent. Turning the lights on and leaving the bag in the kitchen you went upstairs to see if maybe Rich stayed home and just sleeps in the bedroom. No. Nobody lay in the bed. However a small note was on the bed sheets.

I'm so sorry I acted like a dick again. I shouldn't have said what I said, I didn't mean it. Please call me as soon as you come home so I know you are alright. I love you so much. - Rich