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Brooke looked out the window at the gorgeous day. She couldn’t remember ever seeing anything so beautiful for a long time. Conner entered the room behind her and stared over her shoulder. “Wanna go out? Picnic or shopping or something?” he asked her. She turned to face him with a sad look in her eyes.
“Ummmm…. Not today. I have things here I have to do.” He looked hurt yet didn’t say anything, then turned and walked to the bathroom. Brooke heard the shower start and lowered her head. She knew what would come next. He would get out of the shower, say some childish remark and the fight would start again. The only fight they ever seemed to have.
The water stopped running in the bathroom as she turned up the music hoping it would alleviate the tension in the air. Conner walked out in a towel and said something that she couldn’t hear over the music, then he walked to the bedroom shaking his head. After he was dressed, he walked to the stereo and stopped the music. Standing in the kitchen, Brooke thought the silence was deafening. He called for her and she slowly walked towards him, head lowered, not wanting to look in his eyes.
“What is it with you? You never seem to leave this place. Always seems like your avoiding going out in public with me. Are you ashamed of me? Is that it?” Conner looked so hurt and angry as Brooke looked up at him and said “I would never be ashamed of you. I told you I just have things here to do. I’m sorry.”
Conner just turned on his heels and walked away from her. He didn’t know what to say to her anymore. Nothing he seemed to say helped anyway. He walked out the front door and slammed it behind him.
The noise of the door made Brooke jump. He had never slammed it before. She sat down on the couch and broke down into tears. She couldn’t tell him her secret. He would look at her the same as the people who thought she was crazy did. How could she tell him that she had agoraphobia? That every time she walked out the door she got afraid? That she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t walk even one step over the threshold with out almost collapsing?
Thanks goes again to groaty for her icons and her help with my story.
Brooke looked out the window at the gorgeous day. She couldn’t remember ever seeing anything so beautiful for a long time. Conner entered the room behind her and stared over her shoulder. “Wanna go out? Picnic or shopping or something?” he asked her. She turned to face him with a sad look in her eyes.
“Ummmm…. Not today. I have things here I have to do.” He looked hurt yet didn’t say anything, then turned and walked to the bathroom. Brooke heard the shower start and lowered her head. She knew what would come next. He would get out of the shower, say some childish remark and the fight would start again. The only fight they ever seemed to have.
The water stopped running in the bathroom as she turned up the music hoping it would alleviate the tension in the air. Conner walked out in a towel and said something that she couldn’t hear over the music, then he walked to the bedroom shaking his head. After he was dressed, he walked to the stereo and stopped the music. Standing in the kitchen, Brooke thought the silence was deafening. He called for her and she slowly walked towards him, head lowered, not wanting to look in his eyes.
“What is it with you? You never seem to leave this place. Always seems like your avoiding going out in public with me. Are you ashamed of me? Is that it?” Conner looked so hurt and angry as Brooke looked up at him and said “I would never be ashamed of you. I told you I just have things here to do. I’m sorry.”
Conner just turned on his heels and walked away from her. He didn’t know what to say to her anymore. Nothing he seemed to say helped anyway. He walked out the front door and slammed it behind him.
The noise of the door made Brooke jump. He had never slammed it before. She sat down on the couch and broke down into tears. She couldn’t tell him her secret. He would look at her the same as the people who thought she was crazy did. How could she tell him that she had agoraphobia? That every time she walked out the door she got afraid? That she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t walk even one step over the threshold with out almost collapsing?
Thanks goes again to groaty for her icons and her help with my story.