8.5

                                    

                                          
A/N so I didn't intend for this chapter to take so long but it's kind of important and I didn't want to delete it all so this is chapter 8.5. Please enjoy and remember I'm just as confused as you are -Z
                          
~Two days later~

                          
"Ry, I'm making food what do you want?" I called to him while walking into the living room. I went to hug him and kiss him on the cheek.
                          
"Not hungry, thanks." He mumbled in a rude tone, taking me by surprise. I backed away from him to get a better look at his face and try to make out what he was thinking.
                          
"You alright?" I asked not sure what changed his mood so quickly.
                          
"Wonderful." He was still being sarcastic and rude. I took a deep breath, knowing for sure I did something wrong this time.
                          
"So we just aren't doing this whole 'talking to each other' thing anymore?" I huffed angrily at his dramatics. So much for never fighting again, that lasted a while.
                          
"No, apparently not. That just won't work out with you now will it." He spoke with pure anger and hurt in his voice. What is his problem? He stood up forcefully and stomped his feet on the ground.
                          
"I'm taking a shower."
                          
"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you."  He stormed off but I pulled his arm back to me trying to figure out what's got him like this. Ryan ripped his arm away from my grasp.
                          
"Don't touch me. I will walk away if I please. You can't boss me around all the time and then do the same god damn thing you get on my ass for." He wasn't yelling, but I could tell he was trying very hard to hold it back. Tears sparked in his eyes. I wasn't sure whether to cry or scream.
                          
"Yeah okay, what did I do? Just because you're mad doesn't mean you can blame things on me. Once again I'm just trying to help and you won't open up!" I started yelling causing him to shake his head and roll his eyes.
                          
"I just tried to fucking help you the other day and you wouldn't open up that's what you did. I'm not going to sit there and vent all my problems to you, you aren't my therapist. I should be able to help too I'm not some asshole that is going to let this all be one-sided. Come let me know when you will let me help you instead of babying me because you think I can't handle my own damn problems. Let me know when you're done being such a fucking hypocrite."
                          
"Yeah well, venting isn't the only thing one-sided." I yelled right back at him making him turn around and look me in the eyes. I stared right back and saw him consider what I said. His lips pursed together, his eyes closed and then he continued his walk to the bathroom.
                          
What he said hurt. A lot. He knows I'm trying my best. It's the end of the world because I care about him more than myself? Then again, I see where he's coming from and I could do better. I started crying, this all being too much for me. We can't keep arguing like this, that can't be healthy.
                          
I walked to my bedroom to try to muffle the sound of my crying, and that's when I completely fell apart. I cried and cried into my pillow. Every time I tried to get it back together, I cried more until I sobbed so hard I started shaking. My head hurt, my eyes hurt, it sucked.
                          
How come we only get anywhere when we are fighting and screaming at each other? When one or both of us ends up crying, why is that the only moment our relationship slightly advances?

                          
"Bren, hey.. hey it's alright." I heard Ryan run to my side and then felt the bed dip as he came over to comfort me. I cried more, if that's even possible- as he wrapped his arms around me. I didn't say anything, I'm still mad, and though I should probably apologize too, I'm leaving him to do that first.