Throughout the night and this morning we were all trapped in our bedrooms, not daring to venture into the communal areas and face Esme's ire. She really let Carlisle have it about his memoirs and him treating her like his personal secretary, rather than his wife.
Somehow the argument turned into a list of Carlisle's failures to attend to her needs, from not appreciating her flower arrangements properly to a lengthy string of accusations about occasions she suspected he had been hiding from her in his office or at the hospital.
When the topic turned to a heated discussion of some sexual scenario that Carlisle was hesitant to try, I think I gave myself hearing damage from blasting Beethoven through my headphones in an attempt to drown them out. At least the others didn't have to suffer their thoughts too! In the end I had to escape through my window and run off into the woods. I wish it hadn't been raining. I forgot my jacket and am rather soggy now, as I write this. It would have been better to take my car keys with me than this journal in hindsight.
A/N: Please leave a review! Thanks so much to my wonderful beta wh1teow1, please show some love and read Moirai, a reimagining of Twilight for the new decade! How should Carlisle make it up to Esme?