Brandy
I stormed into the house, a blazing ball of energy. There were doors slammed. A lot of ruckus to cause a scene. Tears streaming down my face as I stalked through the rooms.
Nate finally caught up to me in the living room. “Brandy!” He called out, catching my elbow, pulling me to a halt. “Listen, it isn’t what it looked like—
“How can you say that!?” I turned on him, ripping my arm from his grasp. “You left me, Nate! You disappeared and when you came back, you had lipstick smears all over your neck and face! It’s like you didn’t even care if you were caught!” I yelled at him, pushing against his chest.
While I was acting, there was some lingering fears that made this feel oh so real. While the situation wasn’t, the fears and feelings were all there.
Not to mention I never reall
