My Other Half (Avenged Sevenfold)

Untitled Part 26

Two weeks later, and life still hasn't returned to normal for Tatum and I. Since her brother's funeral, she spends most of her time away from me. We haven't even had a chance to talk about the fight we had. It hasn't been the right time to talk. She's been grieving, and I'm trying to be patient with that process. I know all too well how she is feeling.

Tatum spends most of her days down in the room that is for her. She only comes out to shower. Hell, I haven't even slept next to her in two weeks. She sleeps in there. It's starting to piss me off. I'm remaining calm though. I have to.

Joe told me that there is a storm brewing inside of Tatum. He said when she becomes this closed off from everyone, she is ready to explode. He said it's only a matter of time. God help us all when the storm does hit.

"Tatum?" I knocked on the door.

"What?" She sighed, not opening the door.

"I'm coming in." I said, opening the door.

Tatum was sitting on the bed, staring out the window. She is in the same old shirt and sweatpants as yesterday. This isn't the girl I know at all. She is a freak about showering.

"Come on. Shower." I said.

"Just leave me alone, Matt." She said, not looking at me.

The storm is about to hit land, my friends. I'm not leaving her alone. We need to talk, and she needs to unload all of her anger and hurt on me that I know she is holding in.

"No can do." I smiled.

Slowly she turned and looked at me. I swallowed nervously. Yeah, my girlfriend scares the shit out of me when she is calm. How fucked up is that?

"Fine." She snapped, getting off the bed.

Fine? She's just doing it? I stood in the hallway feeling confused. This girl argues about everything. What the fuck?

Ten minutes later, Tatum emerged from the bathroom. She had on a pair of jeans and a shirt that said, 'Go Fuck Yourself' on it. I have a feeling that shirt may be directed towards me. I grinned a little.

"We should go eat." I offered.

"Have fun. I'll be here." She told me, walking down the stairs.

"Fuck!" I whispered, following her.

"What, Matt?" She snapped at me when we got to the kitchen.

"You're still pissed at me from a few weeks ago. We should talk about it." I said.

"Why? Want to accuse me of fucking one of your other friends now?" She glared.

"No. I was wrong. Completely wrong. I'm really, really sorry. I had no right at all to act like that." I told her.

"That's it?" She asked me.

That's it? I just apologized! What else am I supposed to say?

"Um, want to get ice cream?" I asked confused.

Do you want to get ice cream? That was really the best you could come up with, Matt?

Tatum raised an eyebrow at me. I am leaving something out on this apology. What am I leaving out?

"No. I don't." She glared, walking to the fridge.

"Babe." I whined.

"I figured I should just stay inside the house and away from your friends. That way you won't have any reason to not trust me." She snarled.