Owen snatched at the phone again desperate to read the messages. The pain in Julianna’s voice cut through him. He made a growling sound in the back of his throat under his breath in frustration at the messages. Or at Julianna. Or both. He typed out ‘fine’ and considered sending it but his mind caught up with Julianna’s previous commentary about not protecting Anita. Something like rage stirred inside.
Owen slammed the burner back on his desk, shoving himself out of the chair gruffly, “I know I didn’t protect her Julianna. What do you want me to do about it, now?” She hadn’t blamed him directly but he didn’t acknowledge that Julianna had any blame at all. “I’m trying to fix this. Can’t you just let me fix it?” He wasn’t quite yelling at her but his voice boomed in the office in a tone inappropriate for the situation. He could feel the muscles in his shoulders tensing and his blood pressure rising again pounding in his ears.
Realizing his temper was getting out of control and that Julianna was the wrong target for his outburst, Owen waved his hands in the air to dissipate the tension. “I can’t -” he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. “I can’t deal with this right now.”
'This' being Julianna’s reaction, her inability to be comforted by him despite his best efforts, the reminders of his failures.
Owen moved to leave his office but his leg buckled under him when he stepped aggressively leading with the bad leg out of habit. He steadied himself on the desk and reached for his cane leaning nearby. If Owen wasn’t already on a downward spiral due to Anita’s capture, his physical failing in front of his wife didn’t help things.
With cane supporting him, Owen left the office passing by Julianna without looking at her. “I need to eat something. It’s going to be a long night.” He said quietly as he passed, his eyes trained ahead. “Cain will be home soon.” He pointed out as if to say, collect yourself in front of our son.
Owen moved into the kitchen and banged around only half-heartedly looking for something to eat. He was doing it out of habit not because he was hungry but because the body needed food. He’d learned years ago how to force himself to eat when he was scared because food was energy. It was nourishment in preparation for work. Owen was most himself when he worked.
Owen slammed the burner back on his desk, shoving himself out of the chair gruffly, “I know I didn’t protect her Julianna. What do you want me to do about it, now?” She hadn’t blamed him directly but he didn’t acknowledge that Julianna had any blame at all. “I’m trying to fix this. Can’t you just let me fix it?” He wasn’t quite yelling at her but his voice boomed in the office in a tone inappropriate for the situation. He could feel the muscles in his shoulders tensing and his blood pressure rising again pounding in his ears.
Realizing his temper was getting out of control and that Julianna was the wrong target for his outburst, Owen waved his hands in the air to dissipate the tension. “I can’t -” he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. “I can’t deal with this right now.”
'This' being Julianna’s reaction, her inability to be comforted by him despite his best efforts, the reminders of his failures.
Owen moved to leave his office but his leg buckled under him when he stepped aggressively leading with the bad leg out of habit. He steadied himself on the desk and reached for his cane leaning nearby. If Owen wasn’t already on a downward spiral due to Anita’s capture, his physical failing in front of his wife didn’t help things.
With cane supporting him, Owen left the office passing by Julianna without looking at her. “I need to eat something. It’s going to be a long night.” He said quietly as he passed, his eyes trained ahead. “Cain will be home soon.” He pointed out as if to say, collect yourself in front of our son.
Owen moved into the kitchen and banged around only half-heartedly looking for something to eat. He was doing it out of habit not because he was hungry but because the body needed food. He’d learned years ago how to force himself to eat when he was scared because food was energy. It was nourishment in preparation for work. Owen was most himself when he worked.
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