Inside out

Chanelle

CHANELLE

We were at it again. The same fight I hated, but I just had to let it out. Arguing was all I ever did lately. Either let it out or keep it in. I kept it in for four months anyways and for someone as impatient as I am, I tried.. Or should I have been more supportive?

My birthday was less than 24 hours away and I bet he doesn't remember, he's too busy anyways. If I sound selfish, I don't mean it, I just missed him that's all. He's changed so much and I get that he didn't have much choice, but he's the head of the business, could he not save up sometime? Or did he just get tired of having me around? We've been married for barely one year.

He still hadn't answered my question. I really wanted to know. I watched him fidget a bit, that was probably because he was 'running late'. "Look can we talk about this when I get back from work? I have a meeting by 8:30." He really wanted to leave. After all I'm asking, all he cared about was a fucking meeting.

I was way too far from being the happiest woman right now. I didn't want to talk any further, at least not to him. Everything he had to say just seemed to get me irritated. I spoke no further. I ignored him, walking into the bathroom. I gave up.

As I held the the doorknob to the bathroom, I heard the room door close. Did he just leave? Just like that? I shoved all those emotions down the back of my mind. I always worked with high professionalism. My personal life never meddled with my work. I just had to let it go. I always did.

I went through my daily home routine. I got prepared for work and got into my car, ready for today's challenge.

***
I went into the doctor's lounge to drop off all my stuff. I was the last to come in as usual. Lena gave me the usual hug with the beautiful smile on her face which I couldn't reciprocate.

"Someone's not happy today," Carter just said out loud, not even looking in my direction, but I knew he was talking about me. I was 'someone.'

Dean scoffed at what Carter said. "Why would she be happy without me by her side?" Classic Dean, very typical.

Lena was quick to give him a reply. She always was. "I feel sad for whoever feels happy 'by your side,'" she scoffed.

Dean mouthed "Lying bitch," which wasn't loud at all, but to our hearing. Lena always popped his bubble and it always seemed to get to him, it always made us laugh when fought.

"You're just pained," she said plainly, laughing at him. No one ever took Dean seriously.

"I really don't like you," he let out admitting defeat. He was terrible at comebacks.

All our voices faded, we were quiet for few seconds before Carter came closer to me. I was terrible at hiding emotions. "You okay?" Concern written all over his face.

Lena's attention was drawn immediately. "You better be. Tomorrow is your day." Yeah... Tomorrow was my day and I kind of know what to wish for when I blow out my candles. If Tyrell actually remembers.

Carter still expected an answer, they all did.. and I sure as hell wasn't going to tell them the truth. I just shook my head. "It's nothing, really." I hope they just take that and not ask further questions. "How did you go to the club yesterday and still make it here in time?" I asked Dean. I needed some sort of diversion, besides it was a really good question though.

He scoffed at my question. "I just didn't get drunk," he said plainly. "Plus, I had just four hours of sleep."

Carter looked at Dean. We all did. "How in hell did you end up in medical school?" That was a question everyone has been meaning to ask him. Reality was that Dean was a little too irresponsible to be a doctor.

He just smiled, more of a smirk. "You do not always have to be a nerd." Well, that was agreeable. Yes Dean was carefree, very carefree, he was just as good as all of us. "I met a me a beautiful darling in the club last night." He rose his brows as he spoke

Carter was quick to respond. "What's her name?" He wanted to know, I did too and with the look on Lena's face, she did too.

Dean looked up and down like he was searching for answers to a test. "Uhm.. her name is either Hailey or Bailey.. or maybe Paisley." Did he really not know her name?

"Oh my God." Lena held her face in her hands. "Fuckboy qualities." She shook her head in despair. In this friend group, Dean had the lowest possibilities of being in a serious relationship.

The rest of the day went surprisingly good given that I was pissed at first. Tyrell and I really needed to make things work. Now the only thing I look forward to is Thanksgiving day. At least we'll have dinner together. There won't be privacy because of the family that'll be present, but as it is, I'll take what I can get. He better not forget my birthday though, coz that'll be very fucked up. Very fucked up.