Chapter 636 - Six Hundred And Thirty-Six : Violence Was Cooking (2/2)

Anabelle's face flushed with both anger and embarrassment. God, no, she couldn't be with him. She had no more room to accommodate his apologies, they had to fight it out this time!

”Send me home, ” Anabelle told him.

”You're coming home with me,” Julie told her instead.

”Heck! No! I am not stepping a foot into that place where you would only leave me when the morning comes. I'm done satisfying your sexual gratification!” She stood her ground.

”You should know the only place I consider a home and Anabelle, you should know already that I never meant to leave that morning. I had no choice,”

Anabelle smirked at him and that gradually became a sneer, ”Well guess what? I do have a choice and that means get me the fuck to my parent's place!” her tone was resolute.

”Sorry, Anabelle, but I'm taking away that choice,” Julie informed her and she could only growl at him.

Julie knew once he let go of Anabelle tonight, their fight would not tarry till God knows when. Anabelle might not be as strong as Isabella but she's as resilient as a bed bug.

Silence reigned between them as Anabelle chose to look out through the other side of the window. She didn't care how long this fight lingered on, but Julie was getting it from her this time; she was done being lenient.

When they reached his place, Anabelle didn't react and even when he opened the door for her to step down, she turned the other way with her arms wrapped across her chest. Yes, she was trouble tonight.

”Anabelle get down, please,” He asked, pinching the space between his brows.

”Send me home!” Anabelle retorted, her entire body language spoke of trouble. Tonight would be a long one for the both of them.

Julie sighed, ”You do know you're being childish right now?”

”Oh really?” she rolled her eyes, ”I decided to confront my boyfriend for failing to keep his appointment and he thinks I'm childish?” She was offended by his comment.

”You know that is not what I mean,” Julie was really tired. He had a lot of shit to deal with today and the last thing he needed was Anabelle adding to his problems.

”You know what?” Julie threw his hands up, ”Do whatever you want. You can return home or choose to stay here,” Julie said and entered the house to Anabelle's bewilderment.

What the hell just happened? Anabelle was bewildered. That was not the reaction she needed from Julie. It was akin to her opponent giving up on their fight without even trying. Oh no, he doesn't! She wouldn't let him be tonight.

Perhaps her drink from earlier made her gutsy but Anabelle was in the mood for some violence. She was done shying away from fights and choosing peace. Tonight, violence was cooking and all hell would be let loose.

So Anabelle strode after Julie knowing he would be in the living room. This was George's place, Julie had chosen to keep the place even though he was hardly home. This was the only connection he had with his grandfather after his death and wouldn't sell it for anything in the world.

Julie was in the living room and had just taken off his shirt, leaving his torso bare when someone suddenly pushed him on the back. He shut his eyes and didn't need to guess, it was his troublesome girlfriend.

”Is that all you have to say?!” Anabelle yelled as he slowly turned to her. Infuriated by his lack of response, she pushed him on the chest once again and Julie let her be as he stumbled back.

Anabelle was looking for trouble, he would not give her one.

”Say something!” She screamed and pushed him hard once more on the chest.

But this time, Julie held her hand and shouted at her face, ”What do you want me to say, huh?!”

”You said you were going to make it to the show!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.

”Well, I couldn't!” He shouted back, ”I tried all I could and yet I couldn't make it on time and you know that all I was going to do was apologize to you! But you didn't even give me the chance to apologize!”