Page 60 of Indescribable

“Brock?”

“Brock, what?”

“Is that who you’re meeting? I know you two are seeing each other now. The whole town knows. Didn’t take long,” he bites out angrily. “You always loved him more than me. I knew you’d go crawling back to him as soon as you kicked me out.”

I raise my eyebrows. “We aren’t seeing each other. We’ve reconnected as friends after you demanded I no longer spend time with him, which was bullshit. What kind of husband dictates who their wife can be friends with, anyway?”

“I’m sure Brock put that in your head. I was watching out for you. For us,” he grits out, his fists clenching and unclenching. “He was always in the way, trying to make me look like the bad guy.”

Is he delusional? He’s clearly got some major issues.

“You didn’t tell me why you’re here,” I tell him, changing the subject.

“And you didn’t tell me who you’re meeting.”

“It’s not your business who I’m meeting but for your information, it’s not Brock.”

“We need to talk.”

“I disagree.”

He drags a hand through his gross hair and starts pacing on the porch. “Why are you doing this to us?”

I cross my arms over my chest and don’t respond. I gave him way too many years of listening and understanding and I’m not going to give him another second. Stepping back, I begin to close the door and he lunges closer, placing his hands on the glass of the storm door.

“Don’t!” he shouts. “Don’t shut me out of my own house. I need inside.”

I really wish I could raise only one eyebrow because I feel like it’s far more effective at getting a point across but I settle for raising both. “Your own house? Last time I checked, it’s mine and mine alone.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this, Naomi.”

“You’re right. It wasn’t, but it is and it’s time to move on. I have.” I sigh heavily. “Just go, Wyatt. I want you to leave.”

“I have nowhere to go,” he spits out. Literally spits. I see drops hit the glass of the door and cringe. “Where am I supposed to go? Huh? I have nothing! Nothing! And no one understands me like you do, Naomi. Let me in.”

“Your apartment? That’s where you can go. Sleep off whatever is going on with you.” He has been living in an apartment above the hardware store because he couldn’t find a house to buy.

“That’s not home.You’rehome.” He pauses and looks around. “This is my home, Naomi.” He tugs on the door handle, trying to open it. “Why did you lock me out? I need my stuff. I need to get inside.”

I wish Brock were here now so I could draw on his strength, but that would only make matters worse. “No, I’m not. I’m not your home, this house isn’t your home, and whatever is going through your head right now, thinking it’s okay to show up here and watch what I’m doing, you need to stop. This isn’t okay. You’re not okay, Wyatt. Look at yourself. You’re a mess.”

He once again tugs on his hair, making it stand on end. His eyes are wild and he looks completely unhinged. Scratching at his face and agitated. I’ve never seen him like this and it makes me wonder if he’s on something more than lack of sleep. He’s really starting to scare me, though, with the way his eyes keep darting around and his mannerisms.

He sneers. “Because you left me, Naomi. Don’t you see what this is doing to me? You said it yourself, I’m a mess. It’s because of you. You did this to me. Don’t you even care about me anymore?”

“Like you cared about me when you were cheating on me with other women?”

“When are you going to let that go?!” he roars and I jump.

I’m trying to remain calm, especially since he’s the exact opposite, but it’s hard to keep my voice steady. “I’ve already let it go because I no longer care. We’re not married. We’ll never be together again. Now, I’m late and I need you to leave and if you won’t, I’ll call the police and let them know I’ve asked you to leave my property and you refused.”

That wasn’t the right thing to say. If I thought he was off his rocker before, that set him off even more. “Calling the cops on your husband now?”

“Ex-husband,” I remind him. “Why do you keep forgetting that?”

“Because it’s complete bullshit!” he yells. “We’re supposed to be together, Naomi. You and me. We have to make it work. We have to. And Ineedin my own damn house!” he ends his rant in a shout.

“I’m done with this conversation, Wyatt. Leave. Now.”

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