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Mason took a big step back as Medea flailed her arms about in anger and frustration. His eyes widened at the sight. This was not going as well as he had hoped. In fact, it was going quite horribly. True, Mason wasn't her keeper and he technically couldn't tell her what to do. But this was HIS house, these kids were HIS responsibility. "This is my house, Medea!" He told her, repeating his thoughts. "And if you want to have a grand ol' time and get wasted, you can do it elsewhere." That's right, he was taking a stand for himself, his house, and his kids.
Everything? She had not done everything! He had stayed home several times, sure Medea had stayed home much more, but... This didn't make any sense. Had she always felt like this? At the beginning, when they first got the news, they knew things would be difficult. But Medea had never been so... hostile about this. Or angry, really. "Where is this coming from? Why so sudden?" He asked a tad angrily. Medea was cold now. Something had changed.
When Medea insulted him, Mason sighed angrily and turned around. He walked over to the counter, faced away from her and placed his hands on the cold marble. His head was sunken down and his eyes were closed tight. It was her next works that really stung and sent his mind in a whirlwind. This is not working. This is not what I want for my life. Mason jumped a little when she practically screamed the next words at her.
Turning to face her, she saw her eyes boring into his own. The look on his face was a mixture of pain, anger, confusion, sadness... and more confusion. "I thought we were in this together." He said quietly, looking at her with hurt eyes. He couldn't "get rid of" the kids. They were his responsibility, ever since James died. They were his best friend's kids. He couldn't do that to them.
As pathetic as it seemed, tears filled Mason's eyes. "I can't." |