Ariela's POV
Robert and I drove home to the resteraunt in silence.
Once the car stopped, I took a deep breath.
"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?! THIS WAS YOUR TIME TO MAKE THINGS UP WITH MY BROTHER, BUT YOU JUST HAD TO ASK 'WERE YOU A FUCKING SUPRISE?' HE'S PROBABLY AT HOME RIGHT NOW BAWLING HIS EYES OUT WHILE QUESTIONING HIS LIFE!" I yelled.
"ARIELA! I SAID I WAS FUCKING SORRY!" Robert screamed.
"YOU APOLOGIZED TO ME NOT HARRY!!!!" I screamed.
"WELL I'M SORRY FOR BEING THE WORST BOYFRIEND EVER BECAUSE I DIDN'T SAY FUCKING SORRY TO YOUR STUPID FUCKING BROTHER WHEN HE WAS STORMING OUT OF THE RESTERAUNT!" he screamed again.
"YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING ASSHOLE COWARD!" I screamed.
"YOU ARE SUCH A BITCH!" he screamed.
Then he did it.
He slapped me.
He hit me.
I held my cheek, looking at him in shock.
He looked shocked too.
"Get out." I said.
"What?" he asked.
"Get out of my car and get your shit from the house before I call the cops." I said.
"Ariela I'm sorry" he said.
"Sometimes sorry doesn't fix the issue," I said
"Now get your shit out of my house." I commanded.
This time he did leave the car, and got his stuff and went.
Once he was gone, I went in the house.
Big Fat Guy crawled by me.
I picked him up, and cuddled him.
"Well darling, I guess I only need two boys in my life." I said.

Notes

This was a hard chapter for me to write. Because I want to put Robert off as a nice guy who was way too impulsive. I never wanted to make him a ,monster, but I think I just did.