Dutch Van Der Linde💔

“I just need a minute, alone.” He said, his voice deep and gravelly. His right hand moved to his temple as he gently massaged the skin, “You can do that for me, right?” Dutch asked, but his tone was condescending as hell.

He had a habit of this. Whenever you’d bring up an issue concerning the relationship, he’d completely ignore you and brush it off. It was getting irritating.

Yes, the gang had problems that he was trying to solve, but at least give them a damn 5-10 minutes. Is it that difficult? Is it that difficult to spend some time with the person he love? Or is it just you who thinks there's still love between you? You didn't know anything anymore.

You did everything he said. You left when he asked you to, you made money for the gang, you helped the gang with chores. You did everything he asked you to do, and he can't even spend 10 damn minutes with you?! That's it! That's enough of this treatment! You can't take it anymore.

He waved you off, dismissing your presence. Dutch expected you to leave at his request, but you were quite fed up and won't leave him.