Done with you and your lies.

Noah

“Why the hell are you not answering my calls?” Natalie snapped as soon as I picked the call.

I rolled my eyes, looking at my dashboard in anger. For days, I had been avoiding her but now that I had managed to pick her calls, she managed to wear my ears off.

“Please, I'm at your house. I need to talk to you,” she sobbed.

I didn’t know if this was another of her tricks or if this was real but this time around, I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and pull up in my house.

An hour later, I stormed into my house, my frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. Natalie sat there, looking up at me with those doe eyes that used to melt my resolve, but now only ignited a simmering anger within me.

"What do you want?" I snapped, my tone sharp and cold, cutting through the air like a knife.

Natalie's lower lip quivered, and she reached out a hand towards me, but I recoiled, unwilling to let her touch me.

"Noah, please," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "I miss you