“I said leave, ” Kayden barks.
Then he proceeds to slam the door to his room behind him. The entire apartment falls into an uncomfortable, scratchy blanket of silence.
“Okay, what the hell was that?” I say to Brent, jolted by Kayden’s sudden outburst.
“And that’s why we have the key,” Brent says miserably.
Evans slumps back into his chair. A frown forms on Brent’s lips as he glances at his friend, who looks really dejected at being kicked out of the apartment. “Kayden gets that way sometimes.”
“What? Seriously?”
“Everyone has their bad days.” He shrugs. “Kayden has more than most.”
Oh. Right. Brent had hinted this to me when we met in the underground. I just assumed that whatever Kayden’s going through, it wouldn’t affect what we have.
“I get that, Brent. I really do. But just because he’s dealing with something doesn’t mean he has to take it out on everyone.” I say, frustrated.
I’m tired of not knowing where I stand with Kayden.
Sometimes I think that we can get along, maybe even develop a friendship of some sort outside of our trainer-trainee relationship, but it’s looking like it’s going to require more patience and effort than I thought. Both of which I’m quickly running out of.
“I need a break. I did not sign up to deal with his mood swings,” I mutter to Brent as I snatch my keys and purse, lying on the table. “Call me when he finally gets his shit together.”
I stomp out of the apartment and brush past the door, not pausing to lock it behind me. Doesn’t matter. Brent has the keys anyway.
The last thing I hear as I charge into the elevator is Evans screaming at the top of his lungs, “Why is everybody so goddamned angry today!”