"Just because you read some blogs doesn't make you my doctor," I told him firmly. "You don't know more than them."
"I'm sorry, but it's too risky."
I gaped at him. "Are you serious right now? You're really going to stand there and tell me to my face thatyouhave the right to dictate what I can and cannot do? You're as bad as my mother!"
"Well, maybe I understand her a bit better now," he shot back. "We both just want to make sure nothing bad happens to you."
"Nothing bad is going to happen!" I shouted, frustrated. "I'm literally going to have wind blowing in my face. That's it. I don't have to go to the doctor every time I want to have a little fun."
"You're going to be in free-fall for a full minute. You're tricking your brain into thinking you're plummeting to the ground. You really think you should do that without talking to your doctor?" Nathan shook his head sadly and pulled the two admission tickets from his pocket. "I hate to do this Becca, but I can't let you risk yourself."
He ripped the tickets in half.
I stared at him, disbelieving. "Why the hell did you do that?"
"It's too dangerous," he said.
I clenched my jaw until it ached.
"I told you I'd never hurt you," he said. "And I'm not going to let you hurt yourself."
"Do you realize how condescending you're being right now?" I hissed.
He just looked at me, regret on his face.
Fury rose in my chest.
Fuck his regret.
I grabbed my bag and stormed off.
"Becca, don't go!" Nathan called out. "Let's talk about this."
"There's nothing to talk about." I whirled back around with a glare. "I can't be with someone who treats me like I'm made of glass!"
I turned around and left him there, staring at me helplessly.
