His eyes narrow. “I need a few fucking answers myself.” He sneers.
I cringe at the venom in his voice. Oh God, I’ve never seen him like this.
“At what point, Natasha, did you think that going to a prison to see someone who tried to murder you…” His voice is cold and calm and I swallow my fear. “Was a good fucking idea?” he screams.
My tears fall.
He holds up a finger in my face. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you fucking dare start your water works bullshit.”
I stand still, unsure what to say. My bottom lip is trembling. “Joshua, calm down,” I whisper.
“Calm down?” he yells. “Calm down? I am married to a self-centred liar who put my baby’s life at risk today.”
My face falls. “This is the first time I have ever lied to you.”
“I am way, way, beyond fucking calming down.”
“The baby’s life wasn’t at risk,” I try to tell him.
“Wasn’t it?” he shouts.
“I knew what I was doing.”
“Just like the night on the boat when you told Ben to go.” He shakes his head as he gathers his thoughts. “You knew what you were doing that night too, didn’t you? You didn’t need protection that night, either, did you, Natasha?”
My eyes close. He had to bring that up, didn’t he?
My tears fall and I shake my head. “No. I knew you wouldn’t let me go.”
“Because I’m trying to protect you!” he screams so loud that I jump back.
“You’re scaring me,” I whisper.
“You should be fucking scared.”
My face falls. “Stop it,” I breathe.
He stares at me for an extended time and then closes his eyes.
“I’m scaring myself,” he replies coldly. He comes really close to my face. “You lied to me today. You betrayed me today.” He growls.
I shake my head as my tears fall. “No, Joshua, I would never do that.”
He turns away from me and punches the wall and it crumbles under his fist.
“Stop it,” I cry.
He turns and his wild eyes hold mine as he struggles for control.
“Please understand,” I whisper.
“Understand this. I can’t be around you right now.” He picks up his keys.
“Where are you going?” I whimper.
“Away from you.”
“No. Joshua, don’t go,” I cry. “Where are you going?”
He turns and walks out of the apartment and slams the door. My face scrunches up, tears falling. Oh God. Now I’ve done it.
I fall onto my bed and wail.
“It’s 2:00 a. m. and Bridget and I are on my lounge watching the clock. Joshua hasn’t come home and I don’t know where he is.
“Where the hell is he?” Bridget frowns. “I’ve had enough of his shit.”
“He was so mad, Didge; I’ve never seen him so mad.”
She rolls her eyes. “What were you thinking? Why didn’t you just tell him?”
I shrug sadly. “I don’t know. I knew he would be mad but I didn’t expect this mad.”
“How mad, like on a scale from one to ten?” she asks as she lays back.
“One hundred.”
“Hmm.”
“Where do you reckon he is?” I ask.
“Getting drunk somewhere.”
“Ring Cameron again.” I throw my phone at her.