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“I was supposed to be at Oxford now,” she said flatly.
“You start in January. It’s only four months away.”
She said nothing in return. As usual.
“Bella, you’ll take a couple of summer courses for a couple of years and be caught up in no time. It’s not a problem.”
She shrugged and reached down to turn the laptop on. “Sure, baby.”
I wanted to strangle her for being so indifferent to it all. This was something she had been so excited for at one time, and now… now she didn’t care?
Bollocks.
“So I just got off the phone with Zafrina,” I began, changing the subject... frantically trying to get some sort of reaction out of her.
“What’d she want?”
“I’ve been told I need to go to New York to promote Rogue’s DVD release,” I explained. “And that if I don’t, the studio will take legal action against me.”
“So go.”
I growled under my breath. “I don’t want to go. Not without you…”
“I’m not going anywhere, so I guess you have to go alone. It’s fine.”
“No, I’d imagine you wouldn’t,” I said dryly. She never went anywhere, except to her therapy classes. “When was the last time you left the bedroom?”
She opened her mouth to answer, but I cut her off before she could make a sound.
“I don’t mean trips to the loo or kitchen, Bella. When was the last time you went outside? Went into the study or got in the car to drive? You’re allowed to do that now, and yet, you’ve not gone anywhere,” I said exasperatedly.
“Uh… Last week’s PT session,” she said, almost robotically.
“Last weeks PT session.” I paused, making sure I kept control over my anger. “And when was the last time you did your exercises?”
“Last night, I think?”
Oh, a question… How nice. There was actual intonation in her voice.
“But you don’t know.”
“I don’t remember,” she answered, glancing over at me.
“Ah.” I couldn’t fault her for that. “So, New York. Are you coming? Yes or no?”
“I don’t care.”
“You don’t care.” I laughed bitterly. “Do you care about anything?”
She blinked a few times, clearly taken aback.
“Oh, you think I’ve not noticed?” I snarled, finally releasing all my pent up frustration. Her eyes widened fractionally as I stood to pace the room. “I notice everything, Bella. You can’t hide it from me. I’ve watched you distance yourself from everyone for months, me included.”
“I… I’m sorry. It’s not a big deal that you go to New York. I’m sure you could use a couple of days away from me. You’re around me constantly…”
“Stop. Just stop.” I shook my head in disgust. “If you think for one second that I would rather be across the country than with you, you’ve gone mad. I’ve had it with all of this. You’re getting help. We’re getting help. Now.”
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Chapter should (as long as sick Stratan can manage beta'ing it) post Wednesday!
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Wow. I can't wait to read full chater :)
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