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Quickly, Harmony got out of the car without a word. She refused to look his way, walking off straight to her house to lock herself in.
Harmony attempted to open the door again, sighing once she realized she couldnât open it due to the child lock. âCan you please come and open my door?â
Harmony sighed in relief, turning her head away from him as she fell silent, she wanted nothing more than to just return to her home.
âDemitri, for the love of God. Stop driving crazy. I donât have a attitude.â She spoke clearly, grabbing onto the arm of the door, sighing. âPlease stop.â
âDemitri, seriously slow down.â She spoke after securing her belt on, âIt ainât funny, D. Please slow down before you hit something or someone.â She spoke while looking at him briefly.
âI shouldnât have to tell you when we were together for years and it was all I ever talked about and did. You not that stupid - oh wait.â She rolled her eyes and sat up, reaching for her seat belt. âAnd can you slow down?â
âYouâre trying to be manipulative and that wonât work on me anymore. Iâll struggle and be stupid to you, and I donât care. I really donât.â She said with a shrug, âyou donât even know anything about what I do. Donât act interested, Demitri.â
âDo you know how you sound right now?â Harmony spoke after staring at him silently; âYou sound stupid.â She answered the question for him; âAnd shallow as hell. I donât need your help with anything, I got it like I always do. My bag is just fine without you. None of that matters to me and if you knew me how you claim you do, youâd know that.â
Harmony rolled her eyes and sat back against the seat, her hands moving to her face to wipe away the tears that fell again. She sighed loudly, growing more upset as she realized he was right. âDemitri, what could you possibly do to make anything right again? Hm?â
âYou literally just threatened me and still got the audacity to act like I donât have the pictures of the bruises you left on me.â She grumbled out, yanking on the door one last time before she looked over at Demitri. âYou are crazy, do you know that? This is why I ignore you. This is why I donât deal with you. Iâm seriously considering getting a damn restraining order.â
âYou had nothing to do with my misâ youâre such a fuckinâ liar!! Youâre a liar and Iâm not speaking to you if youâre going to just sit up in my face and lie!â She yelled, yanking on the handle more. âyou wanna act like you didnât put your fuckinâ hands on me, like I donât have the damn proof!? â If you donât let me out you know damn well I will break this door!â She spoke angrily, her jaw clenching again.
Harmonyâs brows furrowed at Demetri words, yet again looking at him with disbelief. She couldnât wrap her mind around his logic, âDramatic!? Iâ. Did you forget who you talkinâ to!? You did fuckinâ abuse me! Me hitting you in the face compared to you choking me? Punching on me?! The fuck is my hit compared to yours nigga, are you fucking stupid!?â She yelled; âI did need therapy, I fuckinâ went to therapy because I was depressed for over a year about the baby YOU caused me to lose because you werenât shit then and you ainât shit now!â She turned her body toward the door and yanked on the door handle. âLet me out this damn car, youâre fuckinâ crazy.â She spat.
Harmonyâs eyes rolled as the male began to speak, the way he began his commentary already irritating her. As she listened on, her body tensed - the mentioning of her miscarriage always a trigger for her, and he knew that. The woman was still struggling from the pain of their relationship, her losing their baby being the most detrimental. Harmonyâs jaw clenched and eyes swelled up with tears as he continued on, her body jumping the instant his voice raised. Her body scooted as far away from him as possible as a reflex, her back against the car door as she faced him. She looked at him in disbelief; her tears falling as her head shook from side to side. âYou havenât changed.. you havenât changed at all, Demetri. For Godâs sake, why canât you see that?!â She angrily wiped away at her cheeks, âYou are allowed to feel however you want to feel, but you are NOT allowed to hurt me anymore. You arenât allowed to come into my life and do whatever you want anymore! Love ainât got shit to do with any of thisâ
Harmony nodded at his words; her head turning to look at him. His words caused a chuckle to leave her mouth, her head shaking. âWho said you changed for the better? Who told you that? You? You told yaself that?â She quizzed knowingly, âHow did you change for the better D? Hm? Enlighten me. Because you coming to my house, talking about you not over me when youâre about to get married and have kids sounds like some usual Demetri bullshitâ
Harmony scoffed at his words, her brows shooting up. âNigga please, you need to go to a fuckinâ therapist donât tell me shit about shit, please and thank you smart ass.â She shot back toward him, her eyes rolling as she shifted in her seat. She folded her arms again, âI met him once. Talked to him maybe twice. Itâs fine, why? How are you and your wife to be?â