God, her head was already aching she didn't need him trying to interrogate her. She looked at the cover, stopped drinking her morning coffee and glanced up at him. "Why do you have my journal?"
The sun filtered in through the windows but in this moment she felt anything but warm. This is why it was so hard for her write at home. She was afraid of Gavin going through her wild musings thinking the worse when it fact it was her characters living such drama. But Gavin thought everything she wrote had a personal meaning even when it didn't.
"What's going on Bethany?" He pulled out a chair sitting opposite of her. He watched as she rubbed her temples.
"What are you talking about?"
He tapped the book with his fingers looking her square in the eye. " Is this what you want? It seems to be the only damn thing you read and now you're writing about it as well. Tell me Bethany!"
"Gavin I dont know what you're talking about. That's just a story, it's a book I'm writing for Knights End Publishing."
"Don't lie to me Bethany."
She closed her eyes trying to gather her scattered thoughts. Why did he always have to try and make everything about him? It wasn't. When would he learn to accept that fact? If she couldn't have it in real life then she'd live it through the characters in her stories. She took a deep breath trying to remain as calm as she could. "Just because I wrote this, doesnt mean I want any of it. You always said I had an active imagination so I'm trying to put it to some productive use. "
"Bullshit, I know you Bethany."
"Obviously not, Gavin."
"Are you telling me you don't feel this way at all?"
"Not with you, no." She got up and left the room. She was done being judged by his close mindedness. She had enough with him thinking she was sick because she wanted so much more than vanilla sex. Well now, he could think all he wanted but Gavin would be doing so alone.
That story truly was meant for her new publisher but it showed just how much Gavin would never change. How much she could never let her creativity flow for fear of criticism from someone not willing to step outside of his own little bubble.
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