Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 92

Dinner without him was awful.

I felt isolated and puzzled about the food, with no one to assist me. Being not much of a social person, unfamiliar gatherings weren't my strong suit.

Those girls from earlier were mean; they kept asking where Kent had gone. They threw questions at me about things I'd never experienced, making me feel like a loser in front of others.

His mom looked anxious, as if she might be the reason he'd vanished. His dad appeared unfazed, which made me uncomfortable.

I eventually left when the evening became unbearable. After feeling sad and alone, I trudged back upstairs, feeling overweight and unattractive in my dress.

He had promised he wouldn't leave me alone, that he'd be there the whole time and that he cared. It seemed like he had lied to me.

I removed my clothes, heels, tape, and makeup, tied my hair back, and turned on the TV to drown out the noise. I climbed under the covers in my underwear, not bothering to put anything else on because I knew he wouldn't return.

How could I have been so naive? Tears streamed down my cheeks. We'd had a great time together, and I'd hoped it might lead to something more. Now, I realized this was a mess, and a messy one at that. I was mostly just missing him, despite being upset and worried about the future.

It was embarrassing to be so upset that my tears soaked the pillow. It shouldn't be a big deal. I understood that he needed space, but I couldn't fathom why he snapped at me. Not just him leaving for hours and leaving me alone in his fancy world with the wolves.

Mentally drained, I knew I was falling asleep early, which wasn't what I wanted. My emotions were all over the place. I had many fond memories of him, and they were bittersweet.

I was fast asleep when I felt the bed shift beside me. I quickly rolled away and turned my back on him. Right now, I was angry with Kent.

"Sweetheart," I heard him whisper, but I remained still. "Juls." "And I'll continue pretending to be asleep," he added. "Julianna." He said it even more softly, and I couldn't help but shiver all over. His arm wrapped around my waist, and I moved away, curling up.

"Get some sleep," I snapped. "I don't feel like talking to you right now."

"Please, Juls, just listen to me," he placed his hand on my shoulder. I sighed and sat up immediately. I felt disoriented as I woke up, and I quickly felt dizzy. Even though the room was dark, I could make out his silhouette from where I lay in bed. His tuxedo was in tatters by the door.

Even though I was almost naked, I didn't care. I grabbed the throw blanket at the foot of his bed and wrapped it around me. Then, I walked to the couch and lay down on it instead.

"Go back to bed," I shook my head when he whispered. "Please, honey, come lie down on the bed."

"No," I sniffled, and sadness washed over me again. "I'm mad, and I won't let you think everything is fine when it's not. "Shut up and go to sleep."

He didn't listen. Instead, he got out of bed, walked over to the couch, and sat on the floor in front of me. I groaned and sat up, draping the blanket over my shoulders. When I stood up, he nearly jumped to his feet and grabbed my shoulders to prevent me from moving.

I said angrily, "Get off!"

"Not until you listen to me," he said quietly. "I'm sorry, but I was just too overwhelmed and needed some space."

"You needed space, did you?" I asked, annoyed. "You messed up and left me here at your family's Thanksgiving dinner in their mansion with all these wealthy people I don't know! You don't care about me at all."

"Where did you get that idea?" He asked. "Juls, I care about you more than anyone else in the world."

"If you cared, you wouldn't have left me here, you fool," I said as my anger gave way to sadness. "Do you know what it's like to be out of your depth? To be ridiculed because my family isn't wealthy, to not know which fork to use, and to feel like a failure because you were too occupied and wanted to leave. You're a terrible person."

"I know I am," he breathed out and shook his head. "I-I'm sorry, but I'm so weary of being here, and you kept asking me about California."

"I asked twice," I retorted. "You haven't told me anything about your family. It's unbelievable how much I've learned about them today. I know this is tough for you, but when things are difficult, you can't just run away."

"I understand what you mean," I said as he sighed.

"This afternoon, you took your anger out on me," I whispered, tears welling up. "When I asked you a question, you turned on me immediately. You left me here and didn't return. You were out doing who knows what, and I was tending to most of your family on my own."

"I needed to drive to clear my mind. I'm really sorry, Juls. What should I do?"

"Nothing," I replied, still upset, clutching the blanket tightly. "You deserted me when I needed you most. I trusted you, Kent. It's fine if you need to calm down or don't want to talk about things, but you weren't there for me."

I tried to hold back my tears as I walked away from him. Everything felt overwhelming at this moment, and I was extremely fatigued. I was usually optimistic, and when Kent came into my life, I felt hopeful and secure.

"What about what you said the night before? That you'd remember how you felt and how hard we worked when things were tough," he sighed, and I stood at the foot of the bed, pursing my lips.

"This doesn't change how much I still care about you, but it makes me sad, and caring about you isn't enough reason to treat me poorly." I turned to look back at him as I spoke. "I'm not in the mood to forgive. I'm tired, sad, and worn out. We won't figure this out tonight, so don't worry about it."

"No, I'm not dropping it," he replied firmly, and I struggled to catch my breath. I hadn't seen him display much anger. "I needed to go for a drive, but I got lost in my thoughts and lost track of time."

"For six hours or more?" I asked angrily. "You didn't want to come back at all-"

"I did, I just... I had to meet someone," I rolled my eyes as he sighed.

"Who? Raquel?" I asked him, and he looked angry as he chewed his cheek.

"What? Do you think I went out and hooked up with someone, Juls? Because I didn't, and you're the only person I've been with in the past six months. What we did yesterday means a lot to me, and I wouldn't throw it away for any reason," he seemed angry that I had even suggested it, but his response was honest, which made me feel much better.

"What were you doing then?"

"I was meeting with this tech guy, and he thinks he can recover the video from Piper's hard drive, phone, and computer. He said in the worst case, he could corrupt the file so it won't work," he answered with a heavy sigh, looking at me with sincere, intense eyes. I tried to provide him with the money and information he needed to get it done this week.

"But you didn't leave for that reason," I reiterated, and he nodded.

"...I was furious," I shook my head as he sighed.

"I don't want you to be mad at me," I said quietly. "I don't like you snapping at me and getting upset when I ask you something when you could simply say, 'Hey Juls, I really don't want to talk about that right now!'"

"I'm sorry about that, is that okay? Sorry, but that guy called me while I was out, and I had to meet him halfway between here and the city."

"What happened to keeping me informed?" I shook my head and asked.

"I wanted to expedite things, and I didn't want to wait until January, Juls. I want to see you as soon as I can," he replied, looking very serious, and I sighed.

"But..." I whispered because I felt like I couldn't tell him the whole truth. "I need you to understand," I said, placing my hands in front of us. "This won't work as a relationship if you keep running away, hiding things, and leaving me. That's not how relationships work. I don't need to know your secrets, but I do need to feel like I'm not alone," I whispered, my eyes welling up.

"Don't be sad," he pleaded. "Please, don't cry, baby." Tears began to flow, and he quickly crossed the room, placing his hands on my shoulders. I tried to push him away. I was unsure of what to do, and I was frustrated that I felt this way.