Shelby sighed, dropping her eyes to the ground, “Maybe this was a mistake.”
Chase rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I know. You already said it was a mistake to come home. Stop being like this, Shelby. Just grow up–”
“No,” Shelby interrupted him. “Not coming home. This. Living together. Trusting you enough to think this could work. You are too angry all of the time. I can’t take it. And I can’t take someone watching my every move, planning my every step.”
“What are you saying, Shelby?”
“I don’t know,” Shelby said, honestly. “But I’m leaving. We both need to cool down and I need time to think. Trust me.”
Shelby went to turn toward the stairs, but Chase grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to face him, “No. You can’t say something like that and then just walk away. What are you saying? You want to break up?”
Shelby pulled her arm away, “No. I mean… I don’t know. But I don’t think it’s a good idea to talk about it right now.”
“Well, we’re sure as hell going to!” Chase yelled.
“Fine!” Shelby screamed, stepping toward him so that she had to crane her neck upward to look him in the eye. She screamed up at him, making him flinch, “You want to do this? You want to scream? You want to yell? Fine! Let’s fight! Come on, Chase! This is what you want!?”
“Get out of my face, you crazy bitch!” Chase said, shoving her away.