Preview of Chapter 20: Sex, Lies And Surveillance Tape
Feb 14, 2014 9:28:32 GMT -5
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When David came out of the bathroom and saw Maddie waiting for him on the bed with her head down he thought hopefully maybe she was going to admit she was wrong. But when she lifted her head and looked at him he saw the self-righteous look on her face she always assumed when she thought that she was right – it made him livid. Really, any thought about fucking that look off her face never entered his mind this time; he just wanted to get away from her before he said or did something he’d regret. Quickly he threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Without so much as looking at her he left the room and sprinted downstairs with Maddie hot on his heels.
“David Addison, stop acting like you’re my father!” she called furiously after him. “You not the boss of me! You have no right to stop me from helping my friend!”
David stopped so fast she nearly collided into his back which was taut with anger. “Your father?” he echoed. “Try and ask your father what he thinks of the stunt you just pulled. I'd be really curious to hear that!”
“That's none of his business!” she shot back.
“And I guess it's none of my fucking business either,” he growled in a dangerously low voice; she could almost physically feel his cold anger, and for the first time since this argument had started she wished she could shift down a gear. This was getting out of control.
“I didn't say that,” she tried to backpedal.
“Leave me alone, Maddie.” He couldn’t look at her. “I need to get out of here.” His voice dripped with disgust. He stepped into his sneakers by the door.
Maddie didn’t like this one bit. “Where are you going, David?”
“Why even bother asking?” he asked acidly. “You didn't like me coming home early anyway, so you should be happy I'm leaving again.” He shrugged. “Maybe to help out at Richie’s. Maybe just for a drive.” He ruffled his hair then finally turned to look at her. Maddie saw the iciness in his eyes, and that made her really nervous now, but she was too angry again to back down. “Figure it out. You’re such a great detective.” His voice was mean and snide and despite her earlier wish to not let this get out of control she itched to smack him.
David opened the door to leave, and Maddie instinctively tried to grab his arm to stop him, but he shook her hand off like a nasty insect. “I can’t stand the sight of you right now,” he told her with disgust in his voice. “Don’t fucking touch me.” And with those words echoing in her head he slammed the door in her face.
“David Addison, stop acting like you’re my father!” she called furiously after him. “You not the boss of me! You have no right to stop me from helping my friend!”
David stopped so fast she nearly collided into his back which was taut with anger. “Your father?” he echoed. “Try and ask your father what he thinks of the stunt you just pulled. I'd be really curious to hear that!”
“That's none of his business!” she shot back.
“And I guess it's none of my fucking business either,” he growled in a dangerously low voice; she could almost physically feel his cold anger, and for the first time since this argument had started she wished she could shift down a gear. This was getting out of control.
“I didn't say that,” she tried to backpedal.
“Leave me alone, Maddie.” He couldn’t look at her. “I need to get out of here.” His voice dripped with disgust. He stepped into his sneakers by the door.
Maddie didn’t like this one bit. “Where are you going, David?”
“Why even bother asking?” he asked acidly. “You didn't like me coming home early anyway, so you should be happy I'm leaving again.” He shrugged. “Maybe to help out at Richie’s. Maybe just for a drive.” He ruffled his hair then finally turned to look at her. Maddie saw the iciness in his eyes, and that made her really nervous now, but she was too angry again to back down. “Figure it out. You’re such a great detective.” His voice was mean and snide and despite her earlier wish to not let this get out of control she itched to smack him.
David opened the door to leave, and Maddie instinctively tried to grab his arm to stop him, but he shook her hand off like a nasty insect. “I can’t stand the sight of you right now,” he told her with disgust in his voice. “Don’t fucking touch me.” And with those words echoing in her head he slammed the door in her face.
