Fine, I guess we're ringing the doorbell again.
Over and over and over again. Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I stand there defiantly, pressing it incessantly.
“What the hell do you want?”
“You just woke up and decided to be an asshole today? I can keep doing this all day long.”
“Yeah apparently there's a lot of things you can do all day long isn't there? And I can turn off that feature and you'll be out here standing like a dumbass pressing a button.”
“I can beat down the door too. I live here. You can't just lock me out and if that's what you're doing then we need to reconsider and reevaluate our living agreements.”
“Maybe we should,” he says.
What thefuckis his problem?
“Can you please explain to me why you even blocked the door or whatever it is you did with it? When we saw each other at work, everything was all good and peachy and now you're acting like an asshole and you're not even man enough to tell me what the hell is going on. Is Morris okay?”
Silence.
“Lincoln?” I ask with worry.
“Morris is fine,” he says monotonously, causing me to throw my hands up in the air. I don't know if he can see me through the camera but I'm assuming he can on his phone.
“Then what the ever loving hell is going on? Can you at least let me in so we can talk face to face?”
“Sure. After you tell me where you were.”
“Who the fuck… alright you know what?” I start, only to turn on my heels and head back the way I came.
My whole body is shaking with rage because I know the son of a bitch isn't sitting there questioning me about where I was like I'm his fucking wife. I will leave and not ever come back. Yes,my stuff is still there but I don't give a shit. He's lost his fucking mind.
I'm almost to the end of his driveway when I hear the front door open.
A smile starts to creep up on my face until I hear, not him running behind me, but the sound of items hitting the floor.
My hair is in a bun but it becomes loose and completely undone because of how fast I whip my head around over my shoulder to see him throwing my suitcase and my stuff out onto the steps.
No he fucking didn't!!!
Running fast back toward the house, I'm able to slam my hand against the front door just as he closes it and locks it, leaving me out there looking like an idiot with my clothes and luggage on the ground.
He must be insane, and right now I know that I'm not being rational. Right now I understand full well the rage bubbling up inside of me is completely off-kilter, but I don't give a damn. So I take the nearest rock that I find on the ground, lining the perimeter of his house for decoration, and sail it toward the window, causing it to spiderweb.
My lungs are heaving with adrenaline as I lift another, not too big, because just in case Morris is there I don't want to hurt him.
The front door slams open while I'm mid-throw, holding the rock above my head.
“You must have lost your fucking mind,” he says in a tone so quiet it unnerves me.
“I must have lost my fucking mind??!!!” I challenge him, stepping up to him still holding the rock over my head, only to lower it and hold it under his chin.
“Get that shit out of my face. And get out of my house,” he states, his eyes cold and narrowed toward me as if somehow I've done something egregious to him.
“Before I lose my shit you need to tell me what the fuck is going on right now!”
“After you tell me what the fuck is going on Gabrielle!”
“I don't need to tell you shit! I don't know what the hell is your problem. You lock me out, you have thestankattitude. Maybe you can treat your little side bitch like that—”
