Attacks and Counter Attacks

Slowly, Wendy got up. She walked to the door and threw it open. 'Leave my room please.'

Louis didn't move. 'Babe, you are not helping me here. What exactly do you want from me? Let me fucking do it. I don't like this.'

'Just leave, please.' Wendy repeated.

He got up, and walked to the door. He stopped right where she stood. He stared down at her but she wouldn't even look at him.

He took a deep breath, and lifted her chin with a finger.

'Babe, tell me what I can do to make this right. I don't want to fight with you.' He pleaded.

She shook her head, freeing herself from the little grasp of his finger.

'You all treat me like trash.' She said walking away from the door. She sat in her bed, swinging her legs angrily.

Louis turned. 'How? You're not trash. You are my wife.'

'Nonsense. You all just know how to pretend like you care until a situation shows your true intentions.'

'Babe, what's this 'you all' you keep saying? Is there someone else other than me? Or is it just me? Babe?'

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