LOST BUT FOUND.

“Hi, Landon.’ I dropped the pot from the gas and walked over to him with a smile. “Good morning.”

“What the fuck are you doing in my kitchen? I thought you'd left.”

“Umm.” I was suddenly nervous about the attitude. “I thought you would be hungry, since…”

“Since what?” He interrupted. “Aren’t you supposed to leave?”

“Why are you talking to me in such a manner? What did I do wrong for you to vent your anger on me? I only cooked. What’s wrong?”

"I didn't invite you to stay here. Please leave now."

I snapped. I wasn’t a child he could talk to disrespectfully, as he so wishes.

“Why are you talking to me in such a manner? Are you disgusted with me after banging me?”

“You are sick.” He firmly uttered. “Get out of my apartment this instant.” He yelled.

I took the food I cooked, which was beaming hot, and poured everything into the sink and threw the stainless pot on the floor and walked out angrily, muttering. “Jerk.” And shouted. “You will never see me again.” I slammed the door shut and tea