Hi (waving) so here's another one shot I wrote instead of working on the stories I should be working with on.
Usual disclaimers: don't own, not good at grammar, etc. etc.
Trigger warning: story portrays what I personally view as a toxic relationship.
This fic is partially ooc and doesn't happen at a specific time in the show.
Enjoy;)
He didn't answer her. Had no answer that would satisfy her, no response that would quiet her biting tongue.
She didn't care. She kept in ranting, voice high and shrill, making Clay's already hurting head, ache even more.
He kept quiet. Body rigid and eyes stiffly starring out the windshield.
His face remained blank, unrevealing of his inner turmoil. He wanted to cry, to yell, to defend himself, wanted to gone from here.
They came to a stop at a red light. A part of him wanted to leap out of his car seat, wanted to be as far away from her as possible. Another part wanted to curl up in a tight ball and stay that way until the world finally forgot about him, finally let him be.
But she was right wasn't she? He shouldn't have lost his temper,not even for a second, he shouldn't have sneered at her in the grocery store. It didn't matter the weather was beyond hot, that there was too many people, that he'd had a hard week, that he couldn't follow her line of thought, that her constant changing opinion of what to get for dinner confused him. He shouldn't have sneered at her, he was supposed to be better than that.
He shouldn't have put her plants too close to the groceries either. Didn't matter he just wanted to help. She was right he should know better than to do something as brainless as that.
Shouldn't squashed the chips bag either. Didn't matter it was an accident.
He should have helped her load the grocery bags in the car. Didn't matter he had an enormous head ache, that he felt like he was burning up, that his coordination and balance seemed off, that he kept on unwillingly zoning out. He should have helped her. It was his fault she'd dropped the plastic box with shrimps. He should have caught it.
Her voice kept on rising. He still didn't answer her. He'd tried. He'd tried to apologize, tried to explain, if hadn't helped, only worked her up further. He'd tried asking her to lower her voice, too, all she'd done was even louder yell that she wasn't yelling.
A voice kept saying this wasn't right. That it wasn't okay. That it shouldn't be like this. That this was bad.
It was the same voice who kept telling him, to leave her. It kept saying this was wrong. That this was toxic at best, abuse at worst.
He didn't listen to that voice.
He could be just as bad as her. He was no saint either.
Besides most of the time it wasn't like this. Most if the time was good. They were happy.
She only acted like this once in awhile. Not always.
Besides when they got home she would calm down. She would smile. Talk normally, wouldn't criticize everything he did. She would be back to normal and they would ignore that this ever happened.
She would guff around, maybe kiss him, tell him about her day and he would play along. He would still be on guard, still hurt inside, still want as far away from her as possible, still be waiting for the next attack but he would play along. Act like nothing had ever happened.
She would be fine, meaning they would be fine.
Clay knew he should leave but he just couldn't.
Besides his brothers, he had nobody but her.
She loved him, he knew she did. He loved her. She was the live of his life.
He couldn't imagine going through life without her.
He love her, they were happy together.
She put up with so much, did so much for him every single day. He could take the blunt of her anger, once in awhile, as long as it meant being with her.
Come evening and they sat nestled up on the couch, watching a movie, their argument earlier that day, all but forgotten again.
Clay was fine. Always fine.
So yeah not the most healthy relationship in the world, huh?
Anyway let me know what you think ;)
Oh and please let me know if you read it as Clay being with Stella, Rebecca or someone else?
Just curious ;)