It's Complicated

Anger

Maya's POV

Lucas and I haven't had a full conversation in a few days. I'm mad that he's being stubborn and he's mad at me for being stubborn.

The routine is simple now. I take Rion to Lucas' house and then Lucas bring him back over the next day. I've been hanging around Josh more while I don't have Rion. I'm beginning to remember why I liked him. Josh is absolutely charming and not to mention incredibly hot.

"You know, I've always had a thing for you." He says one day as we're walking around Central Park.

"Yet you always pulled the 3 years thing." I tease.

"I have to admit I was nervous about being in a relationship with you being so..."

"Young? I get it. I was in it for the long game, remember?"

Josh laughs. "Of course and I'm glad."

Josh walks me back home and as I'm about to open the door he turns me around and kisses me. I relish in the absolute bliss. It's altogether amazing. I pretty much forget to breath and my heart almost beats out of my chest.

When Josh pulls away he smirks at my expression. "Got ya, Hart. I'll see you later." And he walks away.

I stand their stunned for a little bit. When I walk in I float to my room. When I open the door there's Lucas. He sits in my bean bag with Rion in his play pen.

"What are you doing here? He's supposed to stay with you."

"Were you with Josh?" Lucas asks.

"Why does it matter? You're not my mom. My life is none of your concern."

"Maya, were you with Josh?" Lucas asks more forcefully.

"Yes. So what?"

"I told you I don't want him here."

"Lucas, what's your problem? Rion wasn't even here."

"I just don't want him here. I don't want him to hurt you."

"He won't. Now you can leave. I can take care of myself." I say angrily as I attempt to push him out the door. He stands firm and grabs my arms.

"I forbid you to see him again."

"Forbid? You forbid me?" I ask in shock.

"I mean...I just don't want you going around throwing yourself at every guy that gives you attention."

"Oh so now you think I'm a slut?"

"No...I..." he knows he's gone to far.

"You have absolutely no right to tell me how I live my life. I practically raised myself. I can take care of myself. Now go." Lucas moves towards Rion. "No. leave."

"I can take my son if I want."

"No. You are not taking my baby with you."

"Maya, I'm his father. I can take him if I want."

"I'm his mother! I carried him for 9 months and had him by myself. I raised him on my own for 3 months! I am his mother and you are not taking him!" I yell at Lucas as I pick Rion up from the play pen.

Now he's mad. I can see it in his eyes. He puffs his chest up and gets red. His hands curl into fists. Texas Lucas.

"I AM TAKING MY SON HOME WITH ME!" He screams as he punches the wall behind me. I cry out in fear and fall to the floor. Rion starts to cry and I cradle him closely in my arms as the tears fall from my eyes.

Lucas suddenly realizes what he's done. "Maya, I'm sor-" he goes to touch my shoulder but I slap his hand away.

"Go away. You've done enough."

Defeated, Lucas leaves. I cry even harder when I hear the door slam shut. I calm Rion down and put him to bed. I curl up in my own bed and cry for the rest of the night.