"Sometimes not everything is about you, Troy!" She growled out as tears began to form in her eyes. I panicked, not wanting to be the cause of them. Placing my hands on her thighs, I rubbed up and down soothingly. She rested her face in the palms of her hands, weeping silently.
"You d-don't understand." She hiccupped out.
"What? What don't I understand? Tell me, baby. I'll help!" I pleaded, needing to know what was causing her to be this upset.
"No! I – you - we just...please just go." She whispered brokenly, still sobbing quietly into her hands.
"I'm not leaving until I know you're okay." I spoke sternly, standing my ground.
"I'll be okay when you leave!" She said, raising her voice at me. I stumbled back, hurt from her words. I wasn't sure how much more rejection from her I could take.