"Fucking bitch!" Lindsey slammed the hotel door behind him, Stevie looking at him startled.
"Linds what's wrong?"
He ignored her, pacing back and forth, gripping his hair in frustration. "Un-fucking-believable!"
"Lindsey what happened?" She sat up on her knees at the edge of the bed, trying to reach for him.
He blew up, yanking the lamp off the bed post and chucking it at the wall. It slammed in to the mirror, glass shattering every where.
"LINDSEY!"
His chest was heaving up and down, sinking down on to the edge of the bed. Stevie starred at him wide eyed, hesitantly reaching out to touch him. He didn't flinch away, Stevie taking the chance and wrapping her arms around his neck as she kneeled behind him, laying her chin on his shoulder. "Baby what happened?"
"The bitch totaled my car."
A frown creased Stevie's face. "What?"
"It's ruined Steph, the headlights are busted in, the windshield is beyond repair and she flattened my tires."
"Who?"
"Who do you think?" He sneered.
Stevie felt anger course through her, pushing herself away from her Lindsey, swinging her legs over the bed. He raised an eyebrow seeing her get up from the bed. "Where are you going?"
Stevie didn't answer, seething as she stormed towards the door. Lindsey quickly went after her, wrapping his arms around her and stopping her. "Stevie no."
She struggled against him, trying to break his hold. "Lindsey let go of me!"
"Stevie you're pregnant."
"So?" She tried to pry his arms from around her waist, struggling to get out of his hold.
"She's obviously not in her right mind, I don't want you getting hurt."
"If anyone's getting hurt it's her! How dare she!" Stevie was fuming, still trying to get out of his hold.
Lindsey picked her up and carried her away from the door, setting her down, holding her back as she tried to push past him. He locked her arms behind her back, holding her still.
Stevie's chest was heaving up and down, breathing heavily as Lindsey held her tight. "Stevie relax!"
"She has no right Lindsey! She can't just come in and fuck with our lives like this!"
"Calm down Rambo." He loosed his hold, his arms moving to her waist, still keeping a grip on her but holding her more lovingly now. "I am just as pissed as you are, but you can't go in there guns a blazing. "
"You love that car."
"I love you more, and I'm not going to risk you getting hurt."
Stevie had relaxed a bit, still fuming. "What do we do?"
"We call the police."
"With what proof Lindsey?"
He cursed, realizing she was right. "I'll get a restraining order."
