“Get out.” He sneers.
My face falls. “What?”
“I said get the fuck out.” His voice is gravely and distorted. He’s really drunk.
I step back, affronted by his tone. “I understand why you’re angry,” I whisper through tears.
He sips his drink, the look on his face murderous.
“Spence, we can work through this,” I whisper.
He sips his drink again but remains silent.
“I love you.”
“Don’t!” he snaps. “Don’t. Don’t you dare fucking say that to me.”
“It’s true.”
He steps forward and leans in so that his face is only an inch away from mine.
“Get out of my fucking face,” he growls.
Fear runs through me. I’ve never seen him like this.
“Spencer.”
“Get out!” he screams at the top of his voice.
My eyes fill with tears.
I go to wrap my arms around him, but he pulls away.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” He throws his glass at the wall and it smashes into a thousand pieces.
I put my hands on my head in shock.
From my peripheral vision, I see Anthony sneaking around inside, watching… waiting to see what happens. Spencer is too drunk and way too furious.
“When you’re feeling better, we need to talk please,” I whisper through tears.
“I’ve got nothing to fucking say to you.” He storms inside and trips on the step, nearly falling over. Thankfully, he doesn’t see Anthony, and he disappears into his bedroom. The door slams hard.
I close my eyes as my heart races wildly.
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p; What the hell was that?
Adrenaline is coursing through my body and Anthony comes out. “You can go,” I tell him, embarrassed by what he just saw.
“I’m not leaving you here with him in that state.”
I sit down at the fire pit and stare at the red embers. The sun is coming over the horizon now. I pick up a blanket and wrap it around me. It’s cold and chilly… just like my welcome.
How hurt must he be to be acting like that? That is as far from his personality as he could possibly be.
What have I done?