“No, I mean… the reason we did. What was… why were you so angry with me? I know what you told me but I don't believe that's the full story.”
Taking a deep breath, Lincoln turns to me. “I meant what I said. I don't like you coming in early in the morning.”
“But you did those same things—”
“I was working Gabrielle! I… most of the time… I had areason. I wasn't trying to piss you off.”
“But why would that piss you off? You think I came home early in the morning specifically to piss you off?”
“Then why did you? Why won't you ever answer when I asked you where you were?”
“Why do you want to know so badly where I was? Why is that your business?” my voice rises in response to his doing the same.
“Because we live together!” he snaps.
“Yeah we lived together when we were married as well. You did a poor job of telling me when you were coming home and—”
“So you ARE doing it to spite me then.”
I really have to try and calm down. He's upset and Morris is missing. The last thing I want to do is get into a full-blown argument with him while it's pouring outside and we have no means of escape from this claustrophobic car.
“I didn't do it to spite you,” my breath comes out measured.
“But you keep bringing up that I did it when we were married as if somehow that makes it right. Can we both agree that what I did was wrong? And whatyou'redoing is wrong?”
Scoffing, I turn to face him in outrage. “I'm sorry but how the… how amIdoing something wrong? We are not married. Do younotget that concept? Do you not understand why it was wrong whenyoudid it versus why it's not wrong because I'm doing itnow? Even if I was just your roommate or I was your sister it wouldn'tmatter. I'm agrownass woman last time I checked and I am not with you. So please try again when you give me the excuse as to why you're so pressed about me—”
“Forget it. I don't want to talk about it,” he interrupts.
No the hell he didn't.
“We have to talk about it,” I urge.
“We're not married. That's what you said right? So we really don't have to talk about anything.”
Licking my lips, I stare out of my window away from him, feeling peeved because this is going absolutely nowhere.
Lincoln is horrible when it comes to communication. Sure there were times where he would do a good job at trying to listen or at least he became very good at pretending he was, but when it came to the really uncomfortable things he would always make himself scarce.
He literally cannot escape right now. I'm not letting him get away with it.
Shoving him lightly on his shoulder, I force him to look at me.
My eyes meet his glare.
“We're going to talk about it. Because you're full of shit.”
“I'mfull of shit?” he challenges.
“Yeah, you're full of shit. What is therealreason you're mad?”
“You're not listening. You used to talk to me and preach about communication but youneverlisten when I speak!” he says loudly.
“Iwouldlisten. And I'm listening now but all I'm hearing is bullshit. Your actions and the level of the rage that you displayed this morning doesnotmatch the reason that you're giving me. So forgive me if I don't believe you,” I counter.
“You never believe me so what the fuck is the difference? Why should I waste my time?”
“Because you locked me out of the house! You threw my shit outside! And not for nothing Link, but you're so quick to toss me out on my ass but whenever you need something you come crawling back to me. As if the only reason I'm here is to solve your problems or save you from something.”
