You don't treat a lady in that manner

"Why?"

Silas's voice broke the silence that had lingered between them for more than a minute.

"Why?" Clearly intoxicated, Tabitha repeated his question and fell silent, her head resting on his chest. "Why?" She repeated it once more.

"Why did you get yourself drunk?" Silas rephrased the question.

"Ohhh, w–why?" Tabitha didn't understand at first. "Silas," she held his face and pushed back. "You made me drink," she replied to his question but didn't

explain to Silas satisfaction.

"You got drunk because of me, and I did the same because of you," Tabitha said in a singsong tone.

"Now that's not acceptable, Tabitha. I wouldn't want you to get drunk because of…"

"But you stayed so far away from me," she cut him off. "You made me crave your attention every day. Why would you stay away from me? I hate you! I hate you!" Tabitha hit Silas on his shoulder and stood up, positioning herself in front of him, her back turned as she crossed her arms over her abdomen.