Crushed (24 page)

He was very hard to read
sometimes, but this wasn't one of them. He was confused by my
sudden departure. He blinked at me. "Yeah I...guess. Is everything
alright?" He asked as he stood from his chair. "Did I say something
wrong, Elly?"

I stood up too and looked away,
shaking my head, avoiding eye contact because if I looked at him
directly in the eye he might see how puffy my eyes were. "Nope. I'm
fine. Let's go." I led the way again, quickly exiting the
restaurant. I stopped beside the car, waiting for him to unlock it,
my arms across my chest defensively.

I held my breath as he came
towards me. He leaned against the car beside me and spoke up.
"Alright, something is eating you. Talk to me, Elly."

I called on my inner bitch and
somehow managed to get the strength to roll my eyes. "Just open the
car so we can go, please."

"This is your birthday, Elly.
You're pissed off about something and I want you to tell me what it
is." He was being defiant as far as opening the door.

My inner bitch wanted to be
defiant too. "Yes, it's my birthday and I don't want to talk about
it. So open the door. The birthday girl wishes it."

Kent sighed as he pulled his keys
out and unlocked the door for me.