PROLOGUE
"Then fucking quit, Bella! I'm sure you'll do fine without a job. But don't think you can just walk away from this and wake up tomorrow and it'll all resolve itself. It doesn't happen like that in the real world, and let's face it, that pretty little gate can't keep everything out forever."
"So that's what you think I am? Some spoiled little brat from Madison who just needs some pocket money? Look, I'm not a trust fund baby who has shit handed to her, okay? My parents basically fucking cut me off the second I graduated college. Cell phone, car insurance, fuck, I even have student loans, alright? They want me to make my own way, and that's what I intend to do, so don't you ever fucking judge me when you don't know a goddamn thing!"
He narrowed his eyes and me and I saw his jaw tense. I was happy he was as frustrated as I was.
"I never said you were spoiled, and I don't give a shit if you're swimming in $100s when you get home, but the fact of the matter is that you never stop to just fucking listen and think of other people. Bella, you think the whole world is out to get you sometimes, and they really aren't. You know that, but you'll never admit it because for so long, you've been primed for battle.
"No matter what happens in life, sometimes you have to go with it and stop fighting against the current. Maybe it's supposed to take you wherever it's leading, and even if you decide you don't like where you end up, well, it's a hell of a lot better than tiring yourself out and drowning from all of that fighting."
I ground my teeth together and continued to stare at him. He was right. Completely right. But the current always leads to a waterfall, and what if I'm not ready for that yet? The freefall is fun, sure. But what happens when you hit the water?
The rain started to fall, but neither of us moved. He wouldn't budge. I wanted out of this rain and into my warm pjs. I just wanted to sleep. I wanted my bed. I'll stop fighting. Right here, right now. Here's my white flag of surrender. I picked my bag up off the ground and slung it over my shoulder, and made my way to my car. When I finally got in, I looked over to see that he didn't move an inch besides the fact that his head was now hanging and his hand was rubbing the back of his neck.
Good, let him get sick. I threw the car in drive and went home, leaving him standing in the pouring summer rain.
AN: New story... let me know what you think so far! Chapter 1 will be posted on Friday.
