Lost in a whirlpool of confusion I rack the deepest part of my brain for an answer to his question but I'm blank. Nothing makes sense and neither is he.
"I don't understand what you're trying to say, if you have a problem or question for me then say it and stop with all of this drama," I tell him.
Dexter's fists by his side clenched rather tightly as he still wears his fake smile.
I could hear his breathing while he chuckled, barely able to restrain himself anymore.
It scares me to see this side of him, and it's even more frightening to know that the reason for his behavior is something I'm supposedly responsible for, and yet unknown to me.
"I don't think I've been as obvious and as close to any male before as you did today with Linda, in front of the kids, you even yelled at them! It
