Mr Proud And Mrs Insensitive – Chapter 15

 

MR. Proud And Mrs. Insensitive

Husband and wife

A romance novel written by : Pamela James

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© Youngicee stories

Chapter 15

Amanda’s p.o.v

“She has to go! I can’t… do this anymore! She is ruining everything!” I hear Micheal yell from the living room.

I lay in bed and try to seem as if I’m not even here.

“Cynthia is the problem, Micheal! Maybe it wasn’t Amanda’s place but she is right! You are just going to defend Cynthia after the way she treated her?!”

“She treated Cynthia worse!”

“She was doing what she saw was right… whether you can see that or not, she was defending you… not herself.”

“Oh, right… that back there, she clearly had my best interest in mind!” He scoffs in disbelief.

“If she didn’t care and she only cared about herself she wouldn’t have said anything.” Micheal mother explains.

“She cares about your well being Micheal! That is something you can’t say about Cynthia.”

There was a silence before Micheal speaks again.

“Whatever…” He sighed before I hear heavy and hard footsteps head towards my room and then fade off to the right as he goes into his room and slams his door.

I just want to curl up into a ball and disappear.

I feel like I’m a burden everywhere I go.

I’m always so problematic…

I’m trying to stop thinking that I’m the problem all the time but maybe… maybe I am.

Michael have been nothing but kind to me and I have just come in and ruined everything.

I should just keep my mouth shut and never say another word again.

Taking in a deep breath, I pull the covers completely over my head, as if that would cause me to disappear from the room.

*Time Skip*

Though everything was dark, I could feel something nudging me.

Something rubbing my arm.

A hand perhaps?

I slowly peel my eyes open and wake to Micheal trying to wake me up.

When I come to, I get up somewhat quick and pull the strands of my hair out of my mouth.

Then, I wipe my mouth and then my eyes trying not to look like a complete troll.

“I wasn’t sure if you were alive. You had the covers pulled right over your head.” He says deadpan as he stands in front of the bed.

“Um… yeah, I-uh, I don’t know why…” I lie.

He is going to tell me that he is no longer interested in this marriage.

I know it.

I take a deep inhale and prepare my ears to what he is about to say next.

“Okay… I was just checking on you…because my mother wanted me to… so, you are good and I will go.” he turns away, walking towards the door.

“Micheal!” I peep.

He turns around with an quiet look of irritation and my heart drops again.

“I’m sorry…. I really am… I didn’t mean to, well… I just… I’m really sorry.”

“What is done is done… it’s whatever.” He turns to leave again, clearly not interested in my apology.

“I know how you feel!”

He stops and turns back again.

“I… I know what it’s like to love someone like that.”

“Someone like how?”

“Who…” I’m trying to put this in a way that doesn’t sound rude.

“Who constantly makes you afraid… afraid of losing them because of a single sentence or slip up… afraid of upsetting them by not being the way they want… I know what it’s like to be afraid to lose someone who threatens to leave everyday.”

“How would you know about any of that?”

I know that I have to talk about this now.

Keeping this a secret seems to only put a wall between us and if he is going to understand me, I think he needs to know… or should know.

“The reason I’m here… is not just because I want this marriage but because I couldn’t have one back home. I had someone who I was afraid would try to come back into my life…”

His face changes from that cement frown to something full of worry.

It’s a kind of concern I haven’t seen him have before.

Tbc