Isabelle was not impressed with his little show. "Does that make you feel better?" she asked flattening her brows not even turning to look at the balled up napkin as it sailed across the room. The cat however started to paw it around the floor. "John, I am not your puppet. I don't do anything at your command." She felt like she was losing him. There was so much he was secretive about and she didn't know why. "Do you realize what I've given up for you? I'm not some pet for you to clothe and feed and use when you have the time." She picked up the cat as she scurried by her feet. She scooped her in her arms like a baby.
"I have only seen the good in you. I stand up for you. This is how you treat me?" She knew he didn't have many friends or people that supported him, but she didn't know how much longer she could take being pushed around his plate as if she were a side of leftover peas.