I couldn't stop myself. I had to know. Before I was fully aware of what I was doing, I had my car pulled into the driveway, and knocked on the door.

   A moment later, I could see movement behind the curtains of the door. Three, two... the door opened, and there, silhouetted in the doorway, was Seattle.

   "What do you want?" She asked harshly, jaw tight.

   "I want to talk to you," I said plainly. I could see how this was going to go.

   "I gave you that chance at lunch," she closed the door, or tried to. I stuck my foot in the way, preventing the door from closing all the way.

   "Let me come in," I tried again to compel her. The pressure on the door slackened, but then resumed it's endeavor.

   "Seattle, please, let me in," I said, trying harder to compel her. I could tell her energy was dwindling.

   Finally, the door swung open. She didn't look happy at all, more like a cobra ready to strike; her nostrils flared. Her good hand was balled in a fist, shaking steadily. She stepped aside just enough for me to pass.

   "Thank you," I said, though I knew the attempt was in vain.

   Inside, the wood floors were painted a pale green color, and chipping away. The walls were white, except for two- there were sponge patterns in the same green color as the floor. Just in front of the front door, stairs led upstairs. The living room was unfurnished, but for a stool and a make-shift table. The floors were slanted, and in what I assumed was supposed to be the dining room, one of the ceiling tiles were missing, allowing you to peer up inside. For the most part, it was very plain, with a certain... charm.

   "I would tell you to sit down, but the only available space is the floor, and I have a feeling it would be rude to force you to sit on these floors," Seattle said, trying really hard to be polite. "Then again, I don't really care."

   "Okay. I'm just going to get straight to the point," I said, bracing myself for an onrush of words.

   "That's the only thing I've been asking for."

   "Okay. Look, I know you're not just mad about last night and the whole topic of abuse. And, I really am sorry about that. But I need to know the other reason, or reasons, if there's more than one. Just, tell me that, and I promise I will leave alone for as long as you want me to. Just, tell me what the problem is," I said in a rush.

   "I thought you were getting to the point here," She said, her eyes tightening. Her face was unreadable, but the set of her mouth told me I was on the right path.

The End

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