Why was she calling for help after so long? Shouldn't she have called Hendrix as soon as she was taken away?
Seeing that Hendrix was staring at me, I shrugged and said calmly, "She trespassed and messed up our home, so I called the police."
He pinched the bridge of his nose. After some pause, he said to the phone, "It's getting late now. Stay there for a night and I hope you learn from this. I'll have Evan deal with it tomorrow."
"Hendrix-" Andrea wanted to say something else, but he hung up.
After hanging up the phone, Hendrix looked at me and said, "You didn't have to file a police report. Changing the locks will do."
I looked down and played with my fingers, "Did you give her the keys? Or did you put her fingerprints into the system? Next time, tell me in advance if you asked her to come over. Let's also make things clear now. I'll sell you the house, and then I'll move out.”
"Arianna," He was clipped, "We're a couple!"
I nodded, "I know. That's why I let the police take her away. After all, the house belonged to you and me, not her."
He didn't know what to make out of my attitude. He held his forehead and said, "Alright come here," As he said that, he emptied the space next to him, indicating me to go over.
I understood what he wanted, and I didn't want to be unreasonable, so I got up directly and then laid down beside him.
He laughed, "You're not that dumb after all."
Ignoring him, I closed my eyes and immediately fell asleep.
The next day.
I slept late the night before, so I woke up slightly later than usual.
I stared at the ceiling for a while. I could hear the sounds of insects and birds from outside. For a moment there, I thought that I was at home.
I raised my arm to stretch, hitting the person next to me in the process. I looked up and saw that it was Hendrix. He was signing some documents on the bed.
I hit him in his face with the back of my hand. He looked at me and said, "Good morning."
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