She hurtled through the door, slamming it against the wall. Her long stride faltered momentarily as the force of the door banging back into its frame rippled down the hallway, rattling the walls.
“Aaron!” she shrieked as she lurched into the bright living room.
Aaron stood panting, in the centre of the room, his mouth agape. He was shirtless and she could see the sweat trickling down between the crevasses made by his well-defined muscles. The sight disgusted her. Storming up to him she shoved him roughly in the chest, pain lancing down her arms. He swayed slightly.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?”
“Don’t swear hon, it isn’t like you.”
“There’s nothing about me that is bloody like me. I haven’t thought of my family in weeks!”
He paused, a frightened look on his face.
“It’s a side effect of your coma?” He replied questioningly.
“No it’s not Ron. You know how much I missed my family and how there is absolutely no way in hell I would forget about them.” He flinched and took a meek step backwards, his dull, brown eyes flickering nervously.
“It’s a side effect.” He repeated quietly.
“It’s not a fucking side effect!” She screeched, “I want to see my family. I want to see Ma and Pap, my brothers, my sister. I need to see them again Ron. I need to.” Her voice trailed off a tear slipping down her hot face.
He reached out to brush it away but she recoiled and vehemently glared at him with watery eyes. She tried taking a deep breath to calm herself put she knew any attempt would be futile. Glaring at him one final time she whirled around and sprinted to her room, slamming the door behind her.
His thick fist pounded heavily against the door.
“Let me in babe,” he pleaded.
“Piss off Aaron. I can’t stand to look at you, knowing that you lied to me. Please just go away.”
She barely heard his heavy footsteps as he stormed away; the sound drowned out by her wracking sobs.