Thread: You Lied to Me, so Right Your Wrong (Raivh & Loveme)

The couch creaked when Bella got up to leave, but Kayden paid her no heed. His eyes only drifted after her when she passed in front of the television, blocking his view and distracting him from a not-so-interesting early Christmas program that would probably be running straight up until the actual holiday itself, a holiday he would either spend alone or with some of his buddies. Not anywhere near this house. His focus returned to the flickering television the moment Bella reached the stairs, and didnt return to her until she reappeared in the living room, holding the jacket hed given her years ago and a handful of envelope enclosed letters. Staring at the items in her hands, not caring to hear whatever it was she had to say, he was growing irritated that she blocked the television, and was about to tell her to shove off when she placed the jacket and letters in his lap. An airy laugh burst from his chest, and he cracked a nasty grin, primed and ready with a reaction to her request. He watched as she walked around the couch and into the kitchen, and then he rose from his feet, following after her. The chair he chose to sit in was the one opposite her. Setting the jacket on the table, green eyes burning into hers, his expression stiff, he just sat there. Seconds ticked by, then minutes the chime of an old grandfather clock sounded. I feel like you were a waste of my time, he said, tapping the unopened letters on the wooden surface once, before he rose to his feet. And I think being stuck here is a hellish trick of fate. I told myself Id be a damned man if I ever saw you again, and knew if I did Id want to go straight back to war. Snatching his old jacket from the table, he stared her down as he stepped back, and tore his eyes from her when he turned around, giving her his back. And this shit belongs in one of two places the trash or the fire. A few long, slow strides carried him to the other side of the bar-style counter and to the trashcan. His foot hit the pedal, and the lid sprang up. Food littered the bottom of the bag. He shifted his weight and cast a malevolent glance her way, before dropping the jacket in first, and the letters on top of it. Why would I waste more time reading shit you wrote, when I dont want to listen to whats been coming out of your mouth for the past several hours? Shaking his head, jaw taut, he licked his lips and looked away from her, to the ceiling. He swallowed, and then settled his stare on her once more. Im not here because I want to be. Your mother pressured me into coming, and I wasnt about to decline her offer she didnt do anything to piss me off. You, on the other hand, just go up to your room, he said, speaking in a low, even tone of voice, aiming to hurt. Or fucking stay down here and watch TV. I dont care. But Im going to bed, and Im not going to talk to you anymore. That clear? Understand, Bella? He removed his sight from her, and headed past the table, into the living room, where he flopped down onto the couch and peeled his shirt off over his head. Tossing it on the back of the couch, he muttered just loud enough for her to hear, I dont care about you anymore, and got to his feet to reach for the string dangling down from the light. Every muscle in his torso was toned and had definite lines. Jerking the chord, the light went off, and he sank back down onto the couch to get comfortable.