Pitbabes2, Chapter 4 pg4

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   His calm tone was starting to irritate me. It was painfully obvious that Charlie had something on his mind, but he chose to stay silent instead of speaking up. We’d talked about this before—many times, almost every time we fought. If it wasn’t because of my temper (which I’m trying to work on), it was because of him bottling things up like this. He knows it makes me uncomfortable, yet he still won’t break this habit.

   “Something’s wrong, and you’re not talking again.”

   “Babe, just drive,” he said, his voice hardening again, still avoiding my gaze. “I told you not to start a fight while we’re in the car.”

   “But look at you…”

   “Let’s talk at home.” When I showed signs of not backing down, he finally turned to face me, giving me a serious look I couldn’t refuse. “Please.”

   Charlie knew I’d do anything he asked. He always accuses me of being selfish, but if we’re being honest, he’s the selfish one—at least more than me. He’s the one who’s stubbornly silent and always gets his way. I can’t even oppose him half as much as he opposes me.

   No conversation followed. The car was dead silent. Charlie stared out the window until we reached home, then opened the door and got out the moment the car stopped. Even though he was still a bit unsteady, he was coherent enough to punch in the house code correctly.

   “What’s the deal?” I cut straight to the point as soon as I stepped into the house. I’d been holding back my patience the whole way here, and he was the one who said to talk at home, so there was no reason for me to wait.

   Charlie stood still, refusing to turn and face me. He just stared at the floor, sighing as if talking to me was the most tedious thing in the world.

   “Don’t you dare sigh at me, Charlie.”

   “Babe.”

   Maybe because my tone was getting harder to stomach, Charlie finally turned around and looked at me with those cruel eyes I despise.

   “Oh, look! You can face me now, huh?”

   “Don’t be sarcastic.”

   “I’m not. I’m asking for real.” I locked eyes with Charlie, knowing I was probably giving him a demanding glare, but I couldn’t help it when he kept his mouth shut like that. “You won’t talk, you won’t even look at me—what do you want?”

   “And what do you want me to say, Babe?”

   “Why the hell are you asking me? You’re the one who needs to answer.”

   “Babe, I’m just… tired.”

   “Don’t act like I don’t know you.” It’s infuriating every time Charlie tries to lie to me. After everything we’ve been through, he should know how much his lies have hurt me, how much pain they’ve caused. So for him to keep dodging like this, it might mean he doesn’t care one bit about how I feel. “Don’t think you’re the only one who knows me well. Your rotten nature isn’t hard to figure out, Charlie.”

   “Babe, watch your words.”

   “And when I speak nicely, do you answer? No, it always has to come to this for you to talk. I have to get pissed off, I have to be the bad guy every time.” I knew my voice was getting louder, but it was impossible to stay calm when my emotions were taking over. “Why do you always make things so damn hard in moments like this? Every problem is because of what I say, right? It’s never because you refuse to say a single damn thing, is it?”

   Charlie stayed silent. I couldn’t believe it. Even after I’d said all that, he could still keep his mouth shut. Does he want me to lose my mind completely or what?

   “Fine! Whatever!” I snapped, my voice sharp. “Don’t want to talk? Then don’t. Stay silent forever for all I care.”

   With that, I stormed off. There was no reason to stand there rambling to myself like a lunatic.

   “Babe… Babe!” Charlie stepped in front of me, blocking my way. He grabbed my arm tightly, his face red like he was about to explode. “No, don’t do this.”

   “Then what should I do? You won’t answer a damn thing.”

   “I’m sorry.”

   “I don’t want to hear that word,” I know he hates it when I’m loud, and right now, I don’t feel like conforming to what he likes at all. But it’s like an automatic system embedded in my body and brain. Just Charlie grabbing my wrist, giving me a slight pleading look, and my voice softens immediately. It’s so annoying I could bite my tongue off. “Answer the question straight, and it’ll be over.”

   “I don’t know how to answer.”

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