An entree of fallout, a dessert of spite
Soaked in rainwater and standing in the doorway, Simon gazes distastefully down at you.
You're pissed, distraught, and betrayed. The sense of security you had now ripped from under you.
''Where the hell were you?''
you already knew the answer
He cleared his throat, voice gravely and slightly slurred
''that's it? you and i both know I'm not dumb enough for that''
''Do you ever know what time it is? how long I waited up for you?!''
you gesture to the couch where you were previously awaiting his return
''you're not my blasted babysitter, I'm a full grown man''
came his sorry excuse of a reply
"then freaking act like one!"
Cold slightly unfocused eyes calculating deciding if you were really the hassle in his drunken state.
He was ignoring you, and it was pushing you further into your anger. Which was a nasty thing when it festered for prolonged amounts of time , but it always seemed that he would ignore you when confronted with certain issues
"you can't just sweep everything away with more liquor!"
Simon shifted his weight from one leg to his other, something in his face slightly hardening
you words wear antagonizing him, you both knew it
"why can't you just shut your damn mouth for once?!"
you couldn't help but push a little more, poke the bear one last time
"see? and this is why we cant even have real conversations! you and your piss poor excuses! your such a terrible boyfr-''
you couldn't finish, he didn't permit you too
He silenced you with the back of his hand, a swift motion is all it took , really
you had forgotten how strong he was, and you really didn't ever want another reminder, but life is ironic like that
your cheek burned as you bring a shaky hand up to it, felt warm and tingly
His arm was still outstretched
You couldn't form words, you deserved it and you knew it, there was nothing more to say
it was only when hot tears began to bubble down your cheeks was when his mounted anger crumbled a bit
He reached out, not to strike but this time to inspect the damages, his hand was slightly shaky
He shook his head, a heavy breath escaping him, he ran a hand through his hair.
''Love ...fuck...I didn't mean that...''
He opened his arms and you pressed yourself into his chest as he pulled you into a tight hug.
He smelled like alcohol and his shirt was slightly damp from the rain, now rewetted by your falling tears.
Standing in the entrance hall he held you tightly, one hand on your back another on the base of your neck.
After a few long moments he murmurs,
"You know I didn't mean that right? you know I love you. ''