ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄɪᴢᴇᴅ // ʀᴜʙʏ ᴅᴀ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮

Oh, I was raging mad. My arms were now wet and covered with a burning sensation.

I rushed to the bathroom and put down the cup. I ran my arms under cold water, lessening the feeling.

But spilling hot coffee on myself was just the icing on the cake. I felt like everything that could have gone wrong did. He was Mr. Grumpy sitting on the couch, pretending I wasn't here. I guessed if I stayed upstairs and out of his view, he could go without my presence becoming annoying- the obnoxious school girl I was being treated like.

I went into the closet and found a hamper filled with some of his dirty clothes. I took everything out of my luggage and shoved all of it into the hamper too. Then I carried it out, down the hall and into the laundry room that was connected to a bathroom upstairs.

I threw the clothes into the washing machine, not bothering to sort, turned the setting on cold before going back into the bedroom.

I could hear him downstairs carrying on a conversation on his phone. His voice was low, deep, muttered, and I couldn't make out the words he was saying. So I stopped eavesdropping and carried my heart heavy in my hand, along with my soul that felt like it had been crushed.

What a stupid, moronic fucking bitch I am.

The bedroom drapery was all open. Grey, darker grey, and low lighting whites filled the room. It was dreary, it was dark, and it was cold looking, but something about it was so cozy and comfortable. I felt my heart getting heavy again as I laid on the bed with exhaustion, just absolutely cranky and on edge. I gave into my anger, I took deep inhaling breaths. I let them out loud and long, concentrating on how my chest was squeezing. How lonely I felt.

But alas, I fell sound asleep.

♡♡♡

I woke up to Ruby sitting on the lower end of the bed. I was drowsy and had a bit of a headache. But when I saw him I was instantly relieved, then it hit me.

We had never resolved our issues.

Fuck! I thought to myself, and bounced my head on the pillow.

I leaned up with my cheek on the palm of my hand, my elbow digging into the mattress. "What's up? What do you want?" I asked him, with a bit of rudeness in my voice. I was certifiably nasty, and he didn't deserve it. But I didn't care at that moment.

"I put the laundry in the dryer, any of your delicates I hung to dry."

"Thank you." I said, still leaning my head on my palm. "How long have you been sitting here?"

"A few minutes." He said. He was still in his sweats, but he now had on a navy t-shirt.

His tattooed arms looked so sexy. His profile was gorgeous. I just wanted to lick his face, from the neck, chin, to his cheekbones. Then I wanted to bite him because I was still mad.

"I noticed a lot of pretty lingerie in the washer, stuff I haven't seen on you yet." He commented with a snarky tone.

"Well, I guess I'm fashionably caught up for the next guy who wants to sweep me off my feet and then leave me to the wolves." I quipped back with even more snark.

Then I shot out of the bed, and quickly scurried into the bathroom, making sure to shut the door behind me. I knew I was about to lose it, so I grabbed tissues and leaned against the vanity, wiping my eyes of any traces of tears.

Breathe, goddammit, don't let him get to you. Don't cry, please, Hannah, get yourself together. I had a whole pleading conversation with myself for a few minutes.