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He was talking to me clearly, like we had not been struggling to communicate the entire day.
Now, I feel like I was the only one being bothered.
“I just want to ask if you have any reason to be upset with me,” I started to say.
He looked at me with a confused expression. “What exactly are you talking about?”
“Ever since we came back to Richmond, you have been avoiding me,” I explained. “Now I know it seems crazy because you will still talk. I still assign you tasks, but anything beyond that… you act like I'm in trouble or something. Or maybe you have something to tell me that you've been unable to?”
“You're probably overthinking this,” he insisted.
“Am I?” I crossed my arms. “Then help me think less and tell me what is happening.”
“It's nothing.”
If anyone else were to tell me that nothing was bothering them when clearly something was, I would have ignored them immediately. I didn't have the mental strength or fortitude to insist or barrage them with questions until they had finally told me what was wrong. Unfortunately, this wasn't the case with Bruce.
When he said “nothing”, I felt that he was pushing me away from his personal problems. Fine, we were not dating or anything official. But I expected that he would let me be a part of his life somehow.
“Is this because of the hospital thing in Maryland?” I had to ask.
“What?”
“Do you still feel inferior?” I had to go raw. “If it's still the case, I want to assure you that I don't care about your standing or mine. If you had the same access opportunities I did, then maybe you would have even gone far ahead than what I have already achieved.”
“It has nothing to do with my hospital,” he assured me.
He looked like my statement made a lot of sense. Was he now jealous of my achievements? Bruce was never the type to be jealous, so I scrapped the thought out of my mind.
“Then tell me what it is then.” I got up from my seat and walked over to him.
I cradled his face in my hands. “Tell me why exactly, you can't tell me what's wrong? Is it something I can't handle?”
His eyes scanned my face, wondering if he should tell me or not. When he broke eye contact, I knew his mind was settled.
“Get out,” I said, “Sorry for bothering you.”
“Tabitha I…”
“You don't get to talk now, Bruce,” I said.
He wanted to ask for a chance, that I could tell, but he gave up and left me in the office. As the door closed, I let out a sigh and rubbed my eyelids, frustrated with everything.
“To think I had fallen this low to be disturbed by a man not paying attention to me,” I murmured.
“And I was thinking of inviting him over tonight,” I frowned, thinking about the food that would go to waste.
Maybe I should just give him some time to cool down and then ask him to come over. I'll have to apologize first. Telling him to get out might have been too harsh.
I remembered when I drove him out of my house and how bad I felt about it. It felt the same way in this situation.
****
As night fell, another strange thing happened. Lucas, my older brother, was calling. He hadn't said a word to me about the blackmail material I had on him and his secretary. To be honest, I had forgotten entirely about it.
“Hello? Strange for you to actually call me out of the blue. “Is everything alright? “
“Not quite,” he answered. “I need help from a higher power.”
