"How the hell would I know," Nick grumbled, his voice full of edges, he had never spoken to me in that tone or around me.
"Sorry I was just trying-…"
Nick rolled his eyes as he slammed the fridge door before going to the cabinets which all cut me off. "Look I've had a bad day, I'm really pissed and don't want to take it out on you, but I'm having trouble holding back."
"You jerk," I spat.
This was what I was married to? I might have to spend the rest of my life with a guy who slams things and ignores me because he had a bad day? My face scrunched in disgust. This seriously could not be what I was to deal with for the rest of my life. I could not be attached to this guy forever. Didn't I deserve to be proven wrong about love? I could strangle the guy before me. Was this really the guy I met because he was saving me a swing on the playground?
"Rach." His hands tightened on the knobs of the cabinets and cynical laughter slipped out of him. "You really have no fucking idea what you're talking about." His voice was still so rigid.
"That's because you're holding out on me like a two year old who didn't get his way," I snapped, turning on my heel I grabbed my coat while I stormed out the door.
A chilly breeze swept through the community. My fingers slid into my pockets, clouds were rolling in above me. The tops of my feet that weren't covered by my flats tingled in the air. Marching down the false streets of the prison, one side of me was all bars while the other side of me was surrounded by row after row of these cottages. Peeking down each aisle I could not image how many homes were in each row. The colors weren't too obvious with light blues, yellows, grays, and white. There were a couple of homes that were red and a darker blue hue. There were just so many homes and I started to lose track of the ranks until I came to a bigger building in what seemed to be in the middle of the community with the words Municipal Building on the front.
The building was made out of bricks. In the front there were a few benches that rested under the spotlights of street lamps. As I drew closer the lamps looked like the ones that they took by the soccer fields when they updated the lights by fields in addition to the parking lot between the fields and the library. Glancing over my shoulder there were so many more rows behind me and as I peeked around the building so many more rows to the other side.
I felt so small with all these structures. Sitting on one of the benches my fingers curled around the edge of the worn wood. There were starches in the benches which made me wonder where these seats were before they were moved into this so called community. My fingers drifted over the cooling material as the wind picked up around me, the air became heavier, a storm was definitely in the works. Gazing to the side at the bars I really felt trapped, like a caged animal. I just wanted to be free for once in my life,. I was always helping everyone else forcing me to be restricted in life, now I was physically being held back.
The muscles in my fingers flexed before going to my face, and through my hair. Tilting my head back I noticed the clouds above me seemed to be darkening by the second. The wind drove through the fabrics of my clothes causing me to shiver. I wasn't ready to go back to the house where Nick was and I didn't know where else I could possibly go.
I just sat on one of the benches with a deep sigh and brought my knees into me pressing my face against them. That was when it started to rain. I could feel each drop of rain on me. I always loved the rain especially when I'm in it like this. It always finds a way to make me forget everything to make me feel better. No matter the problem the rain always helped, it seemed like I was connected to the rain. Rain was freeing and understanding, a sense of a new beginning washing upon me.
Time in the quiet gave me time to think while listening to the soothing rain which I love. As questions ran through my head the drops of rain calmed my nerves. I ran off when it wasn't bad at home. Nick didn't upset me, but surprised me more than anything else. So why did I run off? I mean I am just so done with the never ending surprises lately. How long could I stay on this bench in the rain? What was wrong with Nick? I swear he was acting like he was going through his own cycle of moodiness.
I don't know how long I was out there for, but I was starting to feel the droplets get heavier and thicker. The wind started to pick up and go through the fabric of my clothes to the point where I might as well have just jumped into a pool with my clothes on only to stand in front of a huge fan. There seemed to be no sign of the weather stopping and my new home was too far back. The building was locked with heavy chains. What was the point of this stupid building? I was stranded with the large bars that seemed to be caving in on me. I was a caged bird that wanted to be free and didn't belong in the confined area or locked in. I was a homeless bird,
