~Luck; a purposeless, unpredictable and uncontrollable force that shapes events favorably or unfavorably~
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Secrets. Passion. Tragedy.
He loved her with everything he was.
She on...
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Slamming my hand down in frustration I stood up from the kitchen table. Harry was looking at me, eyebrows furrowed with a deep scowl on his face.
I started to walk out of the room, not wanting to be in close contact with him.
"Do not walk away from me Yolanda!" he said sternly.
Great, he used my first name. He's really pissed. I didn't care at this point.
"What Harry?! You are making a bigger deal out of this than it has to be!" I said back at him.
"I'm sorry if I take your safety seriously. It's a big deal to me!" he said throwing his hands up in the air.
I took in a deep sigh. Niki and I were going out to grab a drink and Harry wants a security guard to accompany us. I don't see the need for it, but he on the other hand will not let it go.
"I do not need some man following me around. I'm not a baby Harry! I'm perfectly fine with just Niki," I said
"Why can't she just come over here? I'm gonna be in my studio anyway, so you two can get your girl time in."
I shook my head. "I want to get out of the house."
"Then go to her house. Have Chad come over here. I can work in the studio tomorrow morning before you wake up," he told me.
"I don't want to be in any house, Harry. I need to get out in the real world. I've been stuck here everyday. I need more," I waved my hands around.
His expression turned to one of pain.
"I've been here with you every single day, doing my best to make sure you are alright. So what you're saying is I'm not enough," he asked me.
"That's not what I meant and you know it. Stop twisting my words around. I'm going out Harry, with just Niki." I moved around him.
"Why do you have to be so god damn stubborn?! You said you would not argue against me on this, and yet here you are doing just that!" His voice rose.
I pulled at my hair.
"Do not yell at me! I said I would go along with your decisions regarding security for the house. Not some guard....Jesucristo, por qué este hombre tan difícil Señor, dame fuerzas!" (Jesus Christ, why is this man so difficult. Lord give me strength.) I was rambling at this point.
"Stop talking like that! It makes me want to do bad things to you, but it won't work this time...I'm...I'm too mad at you!" he said pointing his finger at me.
"Fine!" I yelled back.
"Fine!" He stormed out of the room with the sound of our front door slamming.
