Fighting and Making Up

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The next morning, Vincent woke up and went straight for the kitchen to make breakfast. He planned to talk to Rebecca while they ate. When he had made it back to his place the night before, she was already at work. He was watching a movie when she came back and she walked straight to her room and shut the door without saying a word to him. He didn't understand what he did but, deep down he was sure it was something.

He still hadn't seen her by the time he was done cooking so he went and knocked on her door. He got no answer so he walked away figuring that she was still sleeping. He decided that he would get some work done while he waited for her to wake.

It was another four hours before he finally heard her bedroom door open. He finished the paperwork he was doing before leaving his office to find her. He walked into the kitchen and saw her looking through the fridge.

When Rebecca heard Vincent enter the room, she froze. She had been avoiding him in her room all morning but she had finally gotten hungry. She hadn't heard him after he had knocked earlier so she had figured he had left. She just wasn't that lucky. Not wanting to talk to him she quickly grabbed a bottle of water and shut the fridge. She turned to leave the kitchen without even looking at him.

"What is the matter, Rebecca?" He asked her before she was able to walk out. He couldn't take her pretending like he wasn't in the same room. He didn't get treated that way by people that had known him forever. He surely wasn't going to by someone who didn't know him and who's ass he was currently protecting.

"Nothing," she shrugged. Vincent felt his hands ball into fists and he had a deep want to punch something.

"Bullshit," he yelled slammed his fist on the counter in front of him. "You will not ignore me in my own house. Tell me what is wrong or so help me, I'll..."

"You'll what?" She interrupted him. "Kill me?" Vincent raised an eyebrow at her. He was shocked by not only what she said but the tone that she said it in. Never had anyone, outside his parents, talked to him like that before. "You want to know what's wrong? I'm scared and being here with you, isn't helping at all!" She started ranting and pacing. "I don't feel any safer and I just realize that you're just a criminal protecting me from another criminal."

Vincent wanted so badly to tell her what he thought of her calling him a criminal. How dare she? He was protecting her. Life isn't sunshine and fucking rainbows like she thinks. He opened his mouth to say all of that and more. Instead, he closed his mouth and stormed all the way to his office slamming the door.

Rebecca jumped when she heard the door slam. She knew that she shouldn't have said what she did. Even if it was how she was feeling, she should be grateful that he was protecting her at all. Sighing she started toward his office so she could apologize. Just before she reached the hallway, there was a knock on the door. She abandoned her apology tour to answer the door.

When she opened it, she saw her two best friends standing in front of her holding up to-go bags from her favorite restaurant. "What are you guys doing here?" She smiled at them. Joni gave her a look that told her she was waiting for Rebecca to move out of the way so they could come in so, she did that.

"Vince asked me to bring Joni for lunch today," Tobin answered her question. "Didn't he tell you?"

Rebecca shook her head. She was shocked that he did that. It also made her feel even more guilty than she was already feeling. Maybe he wasn't as bad as she was making him seem. She shook the thoughts out of her head and waved for them to follow her to the kitchen.

They all sat down as Tobin passed out their food. "It's weird he didn't tell you."

"I haven't exactly talked to him today," she confessed looking at her food. She began to pick at her food feeling guiltier as time went on.

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