Wren

"What are you doing here?" I ask boredly, crossing my arms over my chest. Huxley huffs out a breath, his hands going to his hips. He's wearing a white t-shirt which is much too light for this chilly morning and grey sweatpants that make it painfully obvious that he's not wearing any underwear.

"What am I doing here? God damnit, Wren. What are you doing here?" He asks and I look at him like he's stupid.

"I live here..." I say, sass coloring my tone. He growls a little and leans in closer to me.

"I don't give a fuck. You should be in my bed. Waiting for me to bring you breakfast." He says and I ignore the flutter my heart does at the thought.

"Sucks doesn't it?" I ask with a shrug and his brows furrow in confusion.

"What?" He asks.

"Waking up alone." I say. His eyes go blank in shock and I can see the moment the realization floods through him. He growls again and barrels past me into my house. I let out a squeak of indignation, my mouth dropping in shock as I watch him pace around my living room.

"What are you doing?" I ask incredulously.

"I told you. We need to talk." He states and I roll my eyes.

"How'd you know where I live?" I ask and his eyes flit to mine.

"It's a small town." He says.

"Mrs. Bigsby?" I ask and he huffs.

"Yeah. Mrs. Bigsby." He responds.

"That nosey old wench. I'm giving her decaf the next time she comes into the diner." I mutter bitterly and Huxley huffs out a laugh.

"Don't. The old bat's heart will likely stop without the caffiene." He says and I stand watching him as he paces anxiously before he speaks again.

"So what? Last night didn't mean anything to you?" He asks and I shake my head.

"Nope." I respond and he stops pacing, eyeing me, scrutinizing me. He walks up to me and lowers himself to look in my eyes.

"I don't believe you." He says and I shrug.

"I don't give a fuck what you believe. Now leave, please." I say, pointing towards the door. His hands clench into fists as a frustrated snarl leaves him.

"No. You will listen to me. You will let me explain myself. You will hear me out just the way I wanted to last night. I should have known the way you flipped was weird but I was too damn happy to question it. So now you're gonna sit down, be quiet and let me talk." He says and fury builds in my gut.

"No! I'm not!" I yell at him and he takes a step back in shock. "I'm not going to listen to you because I don't fucking care. What about this are you not understanding? It doesn't matter where you've been or why you left because it won't change the fact that you just disappeared without a word." I say and his body goes rigid before he snaps back.

"I left a note." He defends himself and I laugh humorlessly.

"Yes. The most vague note in the history of man kind. Good for you. Now leave so I can go back to sleep." I say bitterly.

"We both know you won't go back to sleep. Once you wake up, you're up for the day." He says condescendingly and a fresh bout of anger shoots through me.

"You don't know me anymore, Huxley. I could be a completely different person than I was four years ago. That's what happens when you disappear and leave a person behind to deal with the fallout." I say angrily, spitting my words with venom dripping from them.

He runs his hands through his hair, his body tight with tension and I can nearly feel the anger rolling off of him, but he knows I'm right.

"Do I need to get tested?" I ask him and that stops him in his tracks. He looks at me with an annoying confused look on his face.

"What?" He asks, turning his body to face me.

"We didn't use a condom which was stupid and reckless. I'm on birth control but I'm not going to pretend to know you anymore so just tell me if I need to get tested." I say, refusing to look him in the eye.

His face hardens as he stomps up close to me, his hands tight as if he's stopping himself from reaching out to grab me.

"No you don't need to get fucking tested. I would never put you in danger like that." He says firmly, but I just nod, silently willing him to leave. He sighs heavily, running his hand through his hair again before taking a step back.

"Fine. You're clearly not ready to have this conversation. That's fine. I'll go, but I'll be back. I'm not going anywhere. I will not stop until you let me say my piece. Because if you think for a single moment that there is a version of this life where we don't end up together, you're delusional. You. Are. Mine." He says firmly and I shake my head.

"I'm not yours. Not anymore." I say quietly.

"What does that mean?" He asks and I sigh before responding.

"I was yours, Hux. For one night. It was beautiful. And perfect. But then you ruined it. You ruined me. So no, I'm not yours. I'll never put myself through that again. I refuse to make that mistake twice." I say. I hazard a glance at his face, his eyes wide and sad.

"Wren..." He whispers my name like a plea, but I shake my head and sniff back my tears.

"No. I'm not doing this. Thank you for the orgasms. They were nice. Now please leave." I say and he huffs out a breath. He walks up to me and leans down to plant a lingering kiss to my cheek before walking out the door without a backward glance.

I step out onto my porch and watch him leave, his body rigid with anger as he stalks down the street. Once he's out of view I breathe out a sigh of relief. I turn to go back inside and catch sight of my neighbor.

"Good morning, Mrs. Carlisle." I say with my best attempt at a smile.

"Good morning, dear. Looks like you've had an exciting day already." She says, motioning in the direction Huxley stormed off in. I huff out a laugh and nod.

"Yep. Hopefully there won't be any more like it." I say and she gives me a warm smile.

"Give him hell, dear. He deserves it." She says firmly before disappearing back into her house. I laugh at her words going back into my own house, rubbing my arms as my body warms up.

I wander into the kitchen and get something to eat, my body still sore and tired from last night. I head back into bed, snuggling into my blankets as my body relaxes into the mattress. I close my eyes, willing sleep to come. But Huxley was right, damn him. Despite my exhaustion, mental, physical and emotional, sleep evades me. I groan loudly, annoyed as I smack my fists into the mattress in frustration.

"Damn you, Huxley!" I yell, hoping somehow he can sense my anger all the way from here.