"I'm not angry at you. You do know why I'm angry. I know you do. I've explained it to you repeatedly. You don't want me to be, because you don't think you're worth being angry over, because you aren't angry... but I am."
She said, watching him for a moment. She could see the war on his features, that he wasn't sure what to do with her. It's why she had slid into his lap like this, to keep him from just shoving her away and driving off.. or getting out of the car. She had.. to make him understand.
"You thought I, we, what?"
She asks uncertain, biting on her lower lip. Of course she did rise up enough for him to get the car keys out of his pocket.
"I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to abandon you. I don't.. want to.. " She says softly, shaking her head.
Her lashes flick down, "That's what I had been trying to say. I don't want to abandon you, I don't want to see you hurt. I've been.. repeating myself for a while now, trying to explain it to you."
She slides back into the passenger seat, then reaches for the door handle. "It hurts too much to watch them hurt you, and then have you not.. care. It's too hard to fight by myself even against you. It.. it hurts me too much to see you go through that for me to do it. I'm not abandoning you, I'm not pushing you away. I'm giving you a choice. You can fight for yourself, and I will help you. Or.. you can walk away and leave me behind."