Storming through the door, brad slamming it behind him as he goes after you, anger radiating off of him as he follows. Your boyfriend and yourself were just out with some fellow university friends you had made a few years ago, the night was meant to be a civil one which did not last long, a shitfest created as the night went on.
Before you and brad had left for the dinner, you both had an argument over nothing, which had been happeing a lot recently between the two of you. Your relationship was skating on very thin ice, the surface was slowly bit by bit cracking the more you two circled. The communication between the two of you seemed non-existent at this point and you knew it was going to show in this new argument about to start between the two of you.
"What the fuck was that?" brad screamed at you, you refused to answer him, trying to hold it all in, "you don't get to ignore me after the scene you caused back there! You made me out to be the bad guy in all of this!"
"Brad, I am not going to talk about it tonight, I wasn't having the best day-"
"Bullshit! you can't just shit talk me in front of your friends and then pussy out on talking about it with me!"
"I am trying to save us from arguing over nothing again! Of course, stupid me for thinking that i could actually stop that from happening," you bitterly responded to your fuming boyfriend who only grew furious by the second.
"See! Right there! You make me out to be the one starting this shit, when YOU are the one who started it," he moved in front of you as you looked through your bag, which you walked away from to your shared bedroom, into the bathroom where you shut the door, "you just love to see us argue, don't you? It fuels your fire-"
Before he could continue his rant, you swung open the door and pointed your finger at him in a harsh way, "stop right there, you do NOT have the right to say what fuels my fire and what does not."
He stops, crossing his arms across his chest, his black knitted jumper hugging him, his glasses complementing the whole outfit. The only emotion which could be dipicted from his face was anger and stubborness.
"I have never EVER wanted to fight with you, Bradley. The thought of fighting and arguing with you drains me to my core, it hurts me so fucking much. Fighting and arguing is what I had to deal with in my past relationship and when we broke up, I begged and begged to NEVER have a relationship like that again," you stop for a moment to see the expression on his face which is hard to decifer, "you really were a miracle to me Brad, but recently it has been way too hard for me."
The silence echoes throughout the house, the pain sinking in as the realisation hits him. You really were in a lot of pain, you didn't want this and he had accused you of the opposite. He understands everything coming out of your mouth, but his stubborness held strong. He did want to make things right, but actually admitting to that was something he held back from doing and he did not know why.
"You say this, but then you go and pull some shit like you did tonight! How do you explain that huh?" The more he pushed the closer you were getting to breaking.
"I don't know Brad! I needed to get it off my chest and I meant it as a joke, okay?" You tried to reassure him.
"A joke? That's how you're gonna play this? That's pathetic, truly. I expected more from you-"
"Do you want this? You want us to fight like this? You really seem to," you raised your voice, "you were meant to be different Brad."
"Well maybe I'm not so different from your ex, maybe we're the exact same!" As the words left his mouth, you felt your heart sink to the bottom of your chest.
