price is kinda mean. my bad. oh and implied age gap. second part
“can’t you just leave me the fuck alone for once?” price snapped, looking up from the files he was reviewing and meeting your gaze as you stood in the doorway of his office. the one in his flat.
he had had a long day, you knew that. he hadn’t replied to a couple of texts you sent him throughout the day and he barely looked at you when he came back from base. he immediately holed himself up in his office. you were worried. he hadn’t touched the dinner you made and you could assume he had barely eaten today from how grumpy he was.
his voice pulled your attention off your thoughts and on him again. “ya act like a fucking dog. waitin’ for me by the door every day like some stupid mutt. fucking needy. just because you sit on your arse all day, doesn’t mean you can bother me all the fucking time when i’m home. if i’d known dating you would mean this, i would’ve given it more thought.” he was loud and scary, intentionally hitting your most sensitive spots. that was part of his job, after all. find the enemy’s insecurity and crush them.
you weren’t an enemy, though. he knew that. of course he did. but right now he was so angry at those soldiers that fucked up, at a recruit who almost shot his teammate, at life itself for being so frustrating, that he saw red.
a couple silent seconds passed before you walked out and carefully closed the door behind you. you were blinking away tears and your throat was burning but you needed to keep your composure. you had to. you’d been bad. needy and clingy. you didn’t deserve to cry or go back to his office and yell back at him.
was he right? you did act like a fucking dog. most nights, you waited for him by the door of his flat, greeting him with a smile and a kiss. but… but that was because you loved him. you were excited to see him. was that so bad? and you did do things during the day. you had a part time job, went to lectures or labs and if you had a free day, you did chores around the house or ran errands. you didn’t want to bother him when he came home. you just wanted to spend time with him because you missed him. it was john’s idea to move in together, telling you that you shouldn’t be renting a place when you always stayed over his. it was a waste of money, he said. this was your home now, he said.
suddenly these walls didn’t feel like home.
you grabbed your bag and left the apartment, feeling like you were being suffocated by the same place that brought you comfort.
midnight found you sat in a hotel room. you had walked for almost an hour, your mind numb. you hadn’t even noticed you were shivering from the cold. not until the receptionist at the hotel you entered asked you if you were okay. she was a sweet older woman, made you feel safe. you asked for a room for one night, making up some excuse you had already forgotten about, and made your way upstairs when she gave you the key.
you sat on the bed, staring at the wall in front of you. why did you always do this? cared too much. no one had ever matched your energy. from a young age, every friend you had never cared about the friendship as much as you did. it made you feel out of place. why couldn’t anyone care about you like you cared about others? why couldn’t you be loved the way you love?
you had thought you found that in john. he loved you. he loved you like you loved him and he missed you when you were apart and he hated sleeping without you. was it all a lie?
you had pushed him to his limits with your clinginess. it was only a matter of time, really.
