Friends Again

Sarah

"So you really are going?" Matthew asks me as I slide into my dress.

"Yes, I really am going to the party, Matthew," I say flatly. I reach behind me and try to reach my zipper, but it's too far down.

"And you don't care that I asked you not to?" he snarls.

I can tell how angry he is that I decided to go to Josh's get-together no matter how many times he told me I couldn't. And how many times we have argued about it over the past two days.

I let out a slow breath, forcing myself to stay calm as I turned to face Matthew. His jaw is tight, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His entire body is coiled with tension, like a predator ready to strike.

"I care, Matthew," I say evenly. "But I am not your prisoner. You don't get to dictate where I go or who I see, especially when you say no out of spite."

His eyes darken. "You are going to regret this."