Anger

I didn't know why but I was terrified to tell Mark what was going on. When he pulled up in his truck he looked shocked as hell to see the two suitcases I had with me. Without hesitation, he hopped out of the truck and came around to where I was standing.

"Kat? Kat what's going on?" he asked.

I was staring off into space as he gently touched my shoulders.

"Kat answer me, come on sweetie." He said. "Why do you have all your stuff with you?"

I sighed softly and raked my hands through my hair, "Can I tell you back at your place?"

He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes as I tried to fight off tears. I could see the deep concern in his eyes almost as if he knew something big was about to come out of my mouth. "Kat, what's going on?"

My bottom lip trembled as I stared into his eyes. I looked away from him for a moment and then sighed heavily. "Mark…John kicked me out."

"What!" he yelled. "My goodness Kat is he crazy?"

I shrugged and handed him the papers John signed, "I guess so because he also signed over his rights as my guardian."

Mark looked at the papers and then growled with rage. "How dare he do this to you! What makes him think he can just throw you out on the streets like that? What was he thinking?"

I sniffled and placed my hands on my lower abdomen. "He doesn't want me in the house because….because…"

He looked at me, "What Kat?"

I started trembling in fear thinking that he would maybe run off after I told him the news. "I can't say…at least…not right now."

"Why not?" he asked as he grabbed my first suitcase and placed it in the trunk. I turned away from him and started crying. He came up behind me and gently turned me around. "Katrina…what aren't you telling me? You're shaking for God sake."

I wiped my eyes, "I can't tell you because you'll do what everyone else did in my life. You'll just turn around and leave!"

His face fell cold the minute I said that. "Is that what you think I'm about Kat? Do you think I would just up and leave you after everything that's happened?"

I put my hands over my face, "Mark wait-"

"-No Kat!" he raised his voice which scared the living daylights out of me. "I've been putting myself on the line just to make sure you were happy. I hated seeing a frown on your face all the time…and when we made love I wasn't doing it just because I wanted your body…I was doing it because I love you!"

I stared into his eyes and immediately felt horrible for my words. He sighed and shook his head before getting my other suitcase and placing it in his truck. He didn't say a word to me after that, he just got in on the driver's side and started up the truck. As for me, I wiped the rest of my tears off of my face and then climbed into the passenger seat. I figured talking any more would make things worse so I kept my mouth shut and gazed out of the window.

After arriving at his place, he carried my bags into the house and took them to my surprise…into a guest room. I guess I had really struck a nerve if he didn't even want me in the same room with him. Not wanting to anger him more, I stayed in that room for the rest of the night. I only came out when it was time for me to shower. Boy I really messed things up and I had no clue how to fix them. I ended up crying myself to sleep that night hoping to God that things would be better by the morning.

Later on that night there I woke up to the sound of rain pouring outside. For a moment I had forgotten where I was until I glanced at the nightstand and saw the papers that John had signed. A deep sorrow crowded my thoughts as I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. There was no way I was getting to sleep, not until I talked to Mark.

I sighed and got up from the bed hoping that Mark wouldn't be sleeping. To my surprise, I opened the door to my room and found him leaning against the wall across from me. He had his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and a black beater on. He looked at me with a blank stare at first and then it slowly changed as he pushed off the wall and walked up to me. Neither of us said a word to the other, we just kept looking into each other's eyes.

Finally after moments of suspense, he placed his fingers under my chin, tilting my head back. Slowly, he lowered his head and brushed his lips against mine. I tensed up for a moment wondering what was coming next, but all he did was kiss my forehead and whispered, "Get some rest."

I was slightly disappointed at first, but then again…I guess I deserved it since I hurt him earlier that day. Men, I swore they had a strange way of getting back at us. Especially Mark…